Bill loved to beat his meat most mornings. He wrapped his hand around the trunk of his throbbing cock and thought of Mrs. Watson, remembering how she'...d looked in the bikini. Jesus, what a pair of tits! Bill fantasized about Mrs. Watson's juicy tits, remembering how they'd jiggled and shook in her bikini bra. He'd seen her nipples sticking through the fabric. Boy, would he love to suck those big tits! Bill started jacking off. His fist pumped slowly on his aching hard-on, making his puffy. Saffron was tiring now, she guessed she was two thirds through the three minute record and worried she had gone too fast, maybe it was not as easy as she thought, but people were nudging each other and watching her.She lost the shirt, slipping it elegantly from her arms as she twirled but she kept the school tie on.She analysed the public reaction, they liked seeing her sex, she rationalised so she decided to show even more as she gyrated facing away from the pole now, sometimes upright with. We thought it best if I stay over at hers, as she lived alot nearer the club so I took my things round and got ready there too. She ran me a bath, and other than your usual girly messing around - dressing infront of each other, doing each others hair and make-up etc, we got ready as normal. We visited a few pubs on our way to the club (like you do!) and as the evening went on, and our blood alcohol content increased we soon began to relax and loose our inhibitions! We danced in the dark. ” I chuckled.We finished up and went back to our room to pack and call my son to let him know we were coming over. We managed with a minimum of ass and ball grabbing and then we checked out and drove to my son’s apartment. He was just getting up at 11 so I assumed that he was out late with April. We knocked on the door and after a few minutes he opened it.“You look like shit!” I was amazed.“Funny I feel like shit.”We went in and found the place to be cleaner than my daughters house. There was.