I swear to Jesus, God and all the Saints that I almost shot my load right there, watching her tongue play over her moistened finger.I squeezed a ribbo... of the clear gel across my cock like I was slapping mustard on a brat at the ballpark. Jesus, it felt good, stroking my greasy cock for her.“Am I doing it right?” I asked her, and I knew I was because her eyes were locked on my hand, sliding up and down my slick pole, and I could hear her breathing becoming louder as she continued to play with. I had some cheese and crackers out to go with a couple long stemmed glasses of wine for Becky and the one or two — Oh Okay! — three or four long necked Bud's that I had as we continued discussing the issue at hand. "Okay", I said. "Go into the bathroom there and put on the stuff you wore for Alex." When she came out I almost had to laugh, but didn't because she is my very good friend. Her shorts were bermuda length, although they were denim, and her heels were about 2" high, like something your. He moved his hands downwards, only to confirm his worstfears. He is a woman! He takes a look around to get his bearings.A middle aged woman walks up to him, "Are you OK Jennifer? You lookpale." I don't feel so good. Where are the toilets?" Where they have always been, out back in the loading bays." Bill runs out to the back. With each step, he could feel the breastsjiggle. Slamming the door after he got in, Bill could not believe whathe saw. Reflecting back was an image of a young woman,. I moved my hand up to balance myself and as I did I deliberately brushed my hand over the top of her legs and felt the silk of her panties under my hand. I heard her gasp lightly and shiver beside me clutching me even tighter into her breast.I started to feel sweaty and uncomfortable in my cock area so I tried to get up to relieve the pressure, mum whispered into my ear not to leave her yet. I told her I was uncomfortable and needed to arrange myself to which she said ‘let me sort you out’. I.