"Why are you playing with yourself in front of my coworker's house? Naughty, naughty," she chuckles as she gets into the backseat of our SUV.I try to ...xplain to her that I was cold, but she doesn't really care. At this point, we have about another 90 minutes before my wife finishes her half marathon, so we sit in silence for a little bit. Crystal then tells me she understands why I was playing with myself because it is pretty cold, and then she asks me if we can turn the car on for a little. There wasn't much strength left in him, though; he liked this way too much, and, with a jerk, he came. A stream of cum shot out at her neck, another hit her on the lower part of her face, and it kept coming; in the end, she had a random, webbed pattern of cum from the top of her breasts to her face; as he got off, he watched her curiously take a lick at the cum near her mouth, and grin once more. He was completely spent, though, and lay down beside her. He looked over and, to mixed pleasure and. She bent over and removed the remainder of pants and socks, and motioned him to move back to the deepest part of the sofa. “Watch me Stud!” Susan quipped. And with that she spun around and took the few remaining strides to the backyard picture window. Streaks of water streaming down the window was a tell-tale sign that it was now pouring outside. In the light of this grey day… a halo almost enshrined her perfect body . Bill watched from his relaxed position, as Susan reached out to. I don't see you as the revenge type."Misty got, well... misty, as her flood gates opened. She was dying to tell someone, and uncle Martin was as close a male relative as she had to confide.Over the course of the next hour, Misty opened her heart to Martin, telling him of her failed dates, the pawing, the blow jobs, the premature ejaculations, the gay encounters, and then finally, even her desperate attempt to seduce her older brother, who totally rejected her!"You can't blame Mickey," Martin.