I moaned involuntarily, feeling my pussy get wet. My fingers ran through his dark hair, messing them up, holding his head in place as I molded my lips...around his. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, finally entering my mouth. His sought out mine, darting everywhere, rubbing and teasing while he thrust rhythmically with his erection. I could feel my panties getting soaked. One of his hands went up my dress and checked for me. He smiled against my mouth and flicked my clit through the silk of. She looked at me and smiled as she raised her skirt to show me her neatly groomed pussy with a narrow strip of closely trimmed hair above her split.“Hi, Lucien. I’m Connie and I told your sister I wanted to join y’all. I saw you fucking your friend, and just knowing you were fucking here in the bleachers, under your blankets, made me so damn horny, I had to take care of myself. I’ve never in my life done anything as bold and brazen as this. I’ve never even used my fingers on myself before. It makes for good lubricant, and I slide him wetly in and out of me. He pulls the straps of my dress to the side, and they fall from my shoulders, then his hand tugs it down until he can see my breasts.As I ride him, my tits bounce openly. He then places his hands on my butt and helps guide my movements. I’m not going as fast or rough as he was, but his hands are telling me to go faster. His cum, mixed with my creamy wetness, is leaking from me and all over his pants. I stop to give my legs a. They were rare, thankfully, but things had gotten broken in the past when he went on a rant. She had missed what Bruce had seen, on Bobby’s face. She’d detected the increase in distress Mindy was exhibiting, but didn’t connect it to Bruce’s comment. To be fair, she hadn’t even listened to Bruce’s comment. She had too much on her mind. “Don’t you hurt that boy!” she gasped.Bruce paused, blinked and stared at his wife. Hurting his son was the farthest thing from his mind, at the moment, and it.