Better known as tighty-whities. He was also getting a hard-on. And Chuck was right. He was packing. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as m... floodgates opened. I reach for my phone.“Chuck? OK, I thought you were kidding. Now I have John here standing in front of me in just his underwear. Which happens to be very tight.”“Didn't think he'd do it did you? Well, that's a good start. Now keep it up. Pardon the pun.”I hung up on him. Think, Terry, think. I was shaking, but then I figured. I push my thumb a little harder against her clit and just move it back and forth really fast, while she rides my fingers. I pull on her nipple, pinching it and stretching it out as far as it will go. I can tell she's getting close. I switch to her left tit and do the same thing, and manage to push a second finger up in her pussy while she keeps bouncing up and down as hard as she can. Suddenly, she stops moving and I feel her pussy clamp around my fingers pulsing in and out. It's like I can. I urged him on, “Yes.” Pulling back against his grasp, I felt the burst of pain that travelled through my body, heating my desire even more. God, just telling you about this, is making me wet again. He mauled my breast with one hand, the other around my throat, yanking my head, pulling me so he could see my face. He liked watching my face, seeing the arousal caused by his touch. I was still groping his cock through his shorts, but I desperately wanted more. I wanted to feel the heat of his. ?” The confusedyoung woman stumbled over the text she wastrying to read, “The libby? . . . the LibbyDole?,” she giggled. “That doesn’t make anysense . . . . Huh?” She tossed her locks andcocked her head to hear the earphone better.“Oh, yeah! That is sooo RIGHT! . . . . Theytold me to say it just makes you want to ‘doit’ all the time,” she grinned, nodding. “Thank goodness Jamie came over here withme to sorta keep me in.