The soft texture of his shirt, the coarseness of his shorts both rub against my flesh. It seems extra sensitive as a hand splays across my stomach and...fingers slide against my ribs. My head falls back against his shoulder. Turning my lips to his, our mouths press gently together. Tongues slide as each one marks the other. Fingers dance along my sides bringing a purr from my throat. His hands move along my arms. He slips slowly around me, kissing my neck. Gently he presses me down. My butt sits. I felt like I was given agut punch. I looked back at Nicole and the phone.Nicole returned my glance and whispered. "Who is Lindsey?" My high school sweetheart," I whispered back."Oh no," Nicole said out loud."That's what I thought too," Mom replied hearing Nicole's reaction.I turned away again in despair. Trying to hide the tears from Nicole. Ithink she noticed though."Who did she get engaged to?" I heard Nicole ask. I cringed because Ialready knew the answer."Your best friend, Alan," Mom. Without responding, Mr. Glass shifts his impassive gaze to my tits and takes them into his cold hands. I shiver but he seems not to notice. Holding them gently, he caresses the surface of each with two fingers and then strokes my nipples until they stand out hard. I feel a tingle between my thighs. He's the first man to get it right. I press into him. Suddenly he squeezes them hard, real hard, and gives them each a savage twist. I yelp and almost fall to my knees but he lets them go. I feel. Jo had her hands free, and with Pat lying across my chest, they were able to play with Pat’s wonderful full buttocks, and I could see that her fingers were deep in Pat’s pussy, finger fucking her in time with her own movements on me.Jo was no novice, I could quickly see, and her movement, her muscular control, and her speed gave me the most delicious sensation, from the tip of my cock as it nearly escaped her, through the grip she held around the base of my glans as my cock head went back in,.