He held me in his arms and opened his legs wider. He pulled me into a long intoxicating kiss. He opened my legs, and slowly pushed his cock up my puss.... I gasped, but he pulled me into a kiss again. "Hold on to the handle," he whispered. I found it in the dark and held on with both hands. He pushed up into me and I gasped again. He pulled me into another kiss and as he pushed up into me, he opened his mouth against my lips. He touched my lips with his tongue as he tried to press through. I. You should do that more often. You know, I don’t ALWAYS need to be treated gently,” she told me with a wicked grin. “Now get the fuck out of my way and finish me off.” Wow, she rarely talked to me like that. “Oh my God, we’ve never tried this before,” she blurted out as she peered through the telescope again. I squatted on the floor between her separated legs, my hands on her thighs. I gently dabbed at her clit with my tongue. “Stop wasting time!” she said as she shoved my face right into her. How often does the old man crack that pussy? Is he doing it any good? Has he come to the place that he needs some help? Can he keep it up after he gets it up? For the most part their conclusions were all the same. Their fathers were undeniably bedroom buffoons for which the guys had lost all respect.They laughed and joked that their dads had long ago forgotten that the center of the universe was between a woman's legs, if indeed they ever knew. They shared overheard arguments and conversations. We had a tight hug and then our lips met; I opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue. At first Stacy seemed to want to pull in shock, back but she didn’t. Her mouth opened and then our tongues met. It was short by very hot kiss. I knew at that point she was ready. The next time we were to play was on my birthday. We had decided that it was going to be my choice on what we did. I told Sam and Tom that I wanted Stacy and I to play, they were to go along but not tell her. We went out to.