. !"Suck it, you little bitch!" Beth heard Vicki Davis snap back at the slaving Sara, half-turning her auburn head as she said it. "Suck it harder, da...n you! Draw the hot cum up out of those big wonderful balls!"The gaping young Beth's breathing caught in her throat and hotly tingling sensations raced through her soft belly at the willowy model's dominating, lurid command. She sensed the seeping moisture dampening the narrow strip of her own nylon panties hugging her swelling, wetly flushed. He could tell Tess was exploding like a grenade. The look of awe spread across her face, the guttural sounds of lust rumbling up from deep inside her somewhere, the way her body jerked and quivered, glistening in the bright afternoon sun and the way she clutched and pinched her tits all excited him outrageously. And from the way his mother’s hips and ass were twitching and thrusting, he could tell she was enjoying the rewards of orgasm herself. His jaw hung open as he tried to concentrate. Inside the toilet, there was just one man at the urinals and there were four cubicles to one side. The cubicle at this end was occupied but the others were free and he went straight into the one at the far end. So I immediately went into the one next to him. So as not to attract suspicion, I took down my trousers and sat down, while I could hear him next door undoing his belt buckle and then also sitting down. I saw his black slip-on shoe under the partition to my side and his grey trousers. “You can do what you were doing before.” John reached out and played with my breasts. Masturbating was as close to the real thing that I thought I would ever get with John. Even though my nightgown was pushed up and my breasts and pussy were exposed as John played with my breast, and I rubbed my pussy on his leg, I felt safe. Somehow I knew I could trust John not to take it any further. I did start to feel a bit uncomfortable with what he might think of me being so forward, “I’m not being too.