The bedroom lamp was not too bright, so I decided to take advantage of that and the fact that Stan was almost passed out drunk. “I was trying to sta... awake”. Stan said. “Why is a hottie like you coming to my room?” “Things are not as they always appear, Stanley.” I replied. I had Stan sit up on the side of the bed and I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his body. I kissed him on the side of his face and slipped his t-shirt over his head. I started kissing his chest and downward to his. She saw the happiness in my eyes. She slowly started moving her head up and down. She was almost taking her mouth till it only engulfs the knob of my cock and then lowered her tight lips down to the base rubbing the cock with her soft lips all the way down. I could see that her lips had that smile on them all through this action. It tells me that she is enjoying every second of this action sequence. No words to explain the sensual pleasure her actions were giving me! Her lips turned a bit more. I inched forward, desperately wanting to get closer. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at my face. She licked her lips and we held eye contact for a long minute. The sounds that filled the room became increasingly urgent, sloppy and wet. I felt a surge, and my cock throbbed in my hand. I gripped it tight and imagined it was me she was squeezing instead of her fingers. Her tits bounced as her motions grew more frantic, and I tried to match my stroke to hers. When she started moaning I. She so desperately wanted to touch, to taste as her left hand found a nipple and began squeezing, pulling; her right pulling up her t-shirt and sliding down inside her panties, seeking out her hot and very wet pussy as Lynn's show continued.Lynn was nearing orgasm and her eyes blinked open, unfocussed at first, but as her vision cleared, she realised that Sophie was standing there beside her, her right hand tracing circles round her clit inside her panties; her very wet panties, while her left.