They spent the next ten or fifteen minutes like that. In the dark. In silence. And they only moved their hands.Matt's right hand was on her blond hair... feeling its nice texture. She really took care of her hair, he could tell. And their left hands, well, they were constantly caressing and playing with each other, very slowly, very tenderly, very close together.At that moment, the thought of sending him home did not crossed Sarah's mind. She looked at him, and from the light that came through. She now felt like the complete whore as she tasted a stranger's cum un aware of how many men were there wanting to fuck her or what they intended to do to her.The journey in the van seemed to take forever, not that Sandra was complaining for the hand was working overtime on her heated cunt. Her panties already soaked were now scrunched up in the crack of her cunt and the hand had two fingers inside her cunt hole; one either side of her panties. Her breathing became faster taking in much more of. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom's emergency credit card to buy the supplies. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much attention to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform. We had only really discovered the pleasure of each others bodies once the kids were born and we decided that two was enough. Suddenly, without the fear of pregnancy, (vasectomy), we began to experiment and explore the wants and needs of our bodies. We were a bit like school children again, giggling and fumbling our way to discoveries and developing a mutual knowledge of each other on a very regular basis.It was on one of those nights, the children were well and truly asleep and the parents were.