The bass player finally gathers some gumption,” Where did you come from? I mean, ummm, who are you?” He is now stumbling over his own words. She c...osses her thick thigh over the other and watches him over the rim of her mug. She wants to believe her nonchalant mild sexual charm is breaking him down slowly. She heard somewhere “less is more”. Maybe. She inhales cooly,sits up,sets her mug on the glass coffee table, and stares at him. He follows suit. “ I believe we’ve been looking for one another. I've been here since last night with nothing to eat or drink." I say to him.He slowly reaches out, takes one finger and hooks it into the collar of my tee shirt. I watch him, wondering. I look up, into his eyes and he jerks his hand down, tearing my shirt right down the middle. Someone grabs the back of it and pulls hard. My shirt is now hanging down around my bound hands and I'm standing there naked from the waist up. I look down, seeing my nipples pebble from the cold night air. Again I look. She pushed her hips towards my manhoodand asked me to enter her mature love hole, from the rear, again.My throbbing young dick was sliding inside her horny wet pussy, when dad knocked on the door, asking how long she was going to take. They had a get-together to attend.“Just a minute, honey. I am only making sure I look good enough for you. And you will be proud of your wife,” my mom replied, forcing herself onto my cock, asking me not to slow down.Listening to mom talk to dad, as I fucked her,. I was sitting next to Lauren and we started a conversation about small stuff, however, it eventually got around to sex, like all teenagers, its our favorite topic. Her eyes roamed from my eyes to my lips for a good five minutes, I guess our conversation was going smoothly enough because she put her legs over my left leg and scooted closer and closer over a period of time. I pretended like I didnt notice and continued on with my witty comments, making her laugh and hit my arm occasionally, until.