Now we were both giving a hand job to the other. I came in the next 5 minutes and she came a couple of minutes after me and I made her lick my fingers...clean and her own fingers also by this time, the interval had started and we left the theater and went to my place. There wasn’t anyone at my place as my parents had gone out of town for two days. We reached my place and the moment we entered the door, all heat was unleashed. We sprang on each other and I barely managed to lock the door. I tore. "No, of course not. I didn't hear it from my nephew. These things getaround, who knows how, in such a small town." She shrugged her flower-patterned shoulders. "It's just inevitable, I guess."Grace knew all-too-well how these things "got around." In Mrs. MavisPritchard, she was looking at one of the ways."So," Mavis pressed on, in that same sotte voce as she'd used before, "isit true? It's not as if there weren't rumors to the effect before, youknow." Honestly Mavis, I don't see what difference. Again they kissed as they touched each other’s face sharing their scents, they each said I want to taste you all night as they made out. This was the first time I ever saw this. They slid back into bed, Nat held me and put her hand on my cock, it was rock hard, kissing the back of my neck she whispered, “oh I’m so sorry we woke you, can you go back to sleep or do you need me to take care of this?” Maggi climes over and whispered, “Pete I’m sorry we woke you, we always do this when Nat sleeps. I have no doubt that slick wetness coats the knot and I stop rocking and begin to grind.There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and masturbating on a log it’s easy to cross over unexpectedly. A little pain can be a good thing.I imagine the picture from someone else’s eyes; a naked woman, her chestnut hair falling about her face as she holds this giant cock log in her hands and humps like a feral being. The thought of being watched sends me over the edge and I have the fleeting thought.