She was still wearing the same thing she wore to bed, which was a black, see-through lacy nighty with black, lacy panties underneath. She came out and...sat on the couch with us and asked if everything was alright. I was surprised that she didnt change because I knew she had heard us talking and she knew that JP was there. At first I was a little pissed because she was so sexy in that thing and I didnt like the fact the he was seeing her in it, but soon my feelings subsided. We all just sat on. I look down at the maths I’m supposed to be doing and snicker. What a joke. I’ve understood how to do these problems for months, and the promised tedium of doing more of them drives me farther away from actually getting anything done. Instead, I find myself looking around the café. I’d come in here as the storm was starting and found the cappuccino to be quite yummy, the wi-fi fast, and the atmosphere to be just dark and brooding enough. An old man is getting up to leave. Mother and daughter. Great I replied then erased the text from her phone as to not arouse her to what I had done . Now all I had to do is wait for Saturday . The rest of the week seemed to drag along and every night before I fell asleep I would quietly rub my pussy and say Brad's name over and over it seem to make me cum harder . When Saturday finally got here I told my mom that I was going over to my girl friend's house Sara who lived a few blocks from us on my way to Walker park she said that I should be back. You kiss and suck and lick every inch of it, making me so hot. It’s too much I can’t take it anymore, I pull you up on top of me. Kissing, our naked bodies pressing against one another. You move back, feeling my hard cock against you. Teasing both of us you bounce back and forth. Your not letting me enter but you feel me against you, the pressure threatening to slide me inside of you. You feel so good cradling the tip of my cock, I want to be completely inside of you, to feel your hot wet pussy.