The mere thought of her helpless, involuntary moans of pleasure tumbling from those soft red lips taunted his prick into a stone hardness. He could fe...l the blood pounding almost painfully into its massive, expanded head; he felt the small thick drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. Christ, his own nephew's wife! Just the incestuous thought was inspiring a form of sadistic delight such as he'd never known before, initiating. Right after getting some green we got some beer and wraps and decide to go hit a couple dirt roads about 40 minutes in we pull over to take a piss and that is where everything gets interesting some how as I was pissing near the front of the car my friends cousin just blurts out “yo man are you wearing fucking panties!?” I got so embarrassed and played it off saying he is seeing shit and he’s drunk so we all get back in the car. After riding a little longer we stop again so I said fuck it I got. Mmm...MMM!” Jenny struggled to breathe. Claire unclamped her lips and let the girl catch her breath. She violently rolled Jenny on to her back and climbed on top her. She grabbed the girl’s hands by their wrists and pinned them together over the head: forming an X. With one hand trapping Jenny’s wrists to the bed, Claire tore off the blanket with her other hand to reveal a pair of naked tits. She cupped the left one in her right hand, kneading the firm but spongy flesh with her fingers while. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties. “Oh my, Afton,” Miss Richards cooed softly, “you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?” Afton didn’t.