As she knelt down over me with her cunt lips touching my no longer flaccid cock, this was something for me to savour with Pamela watching on. “I wan... to restore your eight-inch erection so I can watch you fuck my friend Pamela. Count to three for me Pamela and enjoy. I know I will,” she smiles on Pamela’s count of three as I watch a slow, hot, golden trickle running down my almost full on erect. “Should I stop now?,” she teases as the trickle becomes a torrent with my erection fully. ......and then grab the back of your head and kiss you..................My hand on your thigh.I pull you towards me with my left hand as my right hand strokes you stocking clad leg..................the transition between your skin and the stockings making me hard.You resist at first then embrace my kiss.........your tongue flicking into my mouth.My fingers running up underneath the elastic of your panties..Probing you......................your hand now on my trousers......feeling my hard. She'd just pressed send when her mother called her down for dinner. Kayla went downstairs and sat at the dining table before a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. "Hey, honey" greeted James, taking a seat at the head of the table. "Hi, dad" the blonde replied, twirling strands of sauce coated spaghetti around her fork. "So, how was your night last night, Kayla?" asked Michelle, placing a large bowl of salad at the centre of the table. "Good, mom" said Kayla, scooping out a batch of mixed greens. He is kind of a straight-laced and proper," she said. "I'm sorry. Man, I can't believe it... if I had something as good looking like you at home, I would do whatever it took to make her happy!" I told her. "You are sweet. So you aren't married?" she asked. "No ma'am. Haven't found the right girl. Besides not too many chances to bump into her on a construction site!" I said. "No, I suppose not," she said. I turned and began taking some measurements for the estimate. She moved closer so she could.