“Well, how did it go?” he asked me, as his right hand reached underneath me and started to rub my clit. It took everything in me, not to cry out i... pleasure. “We got interrupted by Doreen,” I said, in between little moans of pleasure. My hand encouraged him to go deeper. “Uh huh,” he said. His eyes closed as my free hand moved up and down his cock, speeding up and slowing down, teasing. “So we had to stop. She said that your girlfriend was looking for you, so I gave you a blowjob.” The words. He came in about three or four minutes. It must have been a good hard cum for him because he had to lay down and take a rest right afterward.She stood back up and smiled again, like her pussy just conquered another dick. But she wasn't really satisfied. She looked over at me, and we locked eyes, and she gives me a little extra smile. I knew what that meant. I had the dick she wanted that night.Everybody else was into their own thing, either talking, or fucking, or resting. So it was just us at. "I guess I'm not seeing myson in a dress? I guess those aren't heels on your feet, or makeup on yourface. I must just be seeing things then." Dad, that's not what I mean. I can explain all that. It was just a dress upparty, and I did this for a girl," said Jordan."For a girl?" said his father sarcastically. "So where is this girl? Stopwith the bullshit, Jordan! You were arrested with a boy and he was drivingyour car. You know my car. The ones that's in the impound yard." Dad, well yeah at the. As I assumed my position, the blonde slowly pulled up the other woman’s uniform skirt, like the lifting of the curtain at the theatre for act one of the play. There came into view a stunning sight, for the brunette had a traditional taste in underwear: her old-fashioned stockings were held up by straps from a lovely garter belt in a soft lilac colour, with matching panties that were decorated with sections of black lace. With a sense of wonder, I slipped a finger inside the waistband of her.