Monica lifted herself enough that we could both watch as our sexual organs moved along each other creating the most erotic site I have ever witnessed....When we were both welled lubed I maneuvered her in the '69' position and I brought her to her first orgasm of the evening."Now for the answer to your question," I whispered to her, as I rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. "Your mother likes to put her legs on my shoulders, so I can pick her cunt or ass, or move freely between. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance.It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it.She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex.He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her. In other words, a feast for ogling eyes and drooling mouths. Which was what greeted me when I made it to the bus stop, and these ogling eyes and dribbly mouth were attached to the dirtiest, scruffiest, stinkiest boy ever. Not a boy boy, but a teen-man boy complete with bum fluff attached to his top lip and straggly hairies of post-pubescentdom decorating his chin, all dressed up in the grungiest, scuzziest, ripiest jeans and t-shirt and topped with a battered leather jacket covered in badges. He felt it was something he should have tried long ago.Sidney praised Dan for the good job was doing. “Remember, Dan…a good blow job is 50 percent hands. Using your hands, with even pressure and friction in concert with your mouth, does more than what your mouth can do on its own. It can make or break a blow job experience; humming also so adds to the overall pleasure.”Dan encircled Sidney’s cock with both hands and moaned. He grunted and then resumed his loving assault on Sidney’s cock. He.