And beneath my own duvet, for some reason, I was gentlysqueezing the shaft of my erection and circling its throbbing head with mythumb.Thumping loudly... against his duvet, Jake's rhythm was becoming impossiblyrapid: like a steam train's engine hammering faster and faster as it spedinto open country. Did I really wank myself this quickly? On my son itsounded hyperactive, almost painful; his fist must be literally slamming upand down his shaft like an over-charged piston.His neck arched back. John decided that he didn't want it to end just there. "Natalia, you, ah, couldn't grab me a second bottle could you?" Natalia did so, bending down even further, wishing that he would just take the bait and fuck her right there, hard and fast wherever he wanted. John enjoyed the view once more, trying to convince himself that the attraction was mutual. His raging erection was clearly visible beneath the blankets and she hadn't uttered a word of complaint, nor acted as if it was inappropriate.. Show over, sleep overThe show over I was given my skirt back to step into. So was Birthday Girl and she redressed herself after the fun. She told me I could sleep on the couch so I went into the main room and lounged on the couch, listening to the distant moanings of some bitch being fucked in a bedroom."ah ah uh ahh!!" the noisy cow was keeping us all up late.We were all glad when she stopped moaning."He's cum" someone said.I didn't know he was but good for him.I lay dwon on the couch and. It seemed like she responded to that by quickly kissing me on the mouth. In that second I could smell her smampoo and I had a faint after-taste of strawberry lip gloss on my lips. She then broke apart from the hug and ran to get her car keys. Her plaid skirt rustled as she ran toward her driveway. She came over about thirty-minutes later. I had been hurriedly straightening out my garage. When I heard her hooptie start next door I knew she was on her way. As she drove up, I motioned her.