As we were both naked now, Jake couldn’t help but rub his hung swollen cock on me as I danced for him. He would rub it, smack it, poke it into me wh...ile I shook, shimmed, and grinded for him. His cock would be leaking, well flowing is a better word, precum all over me. It was about this time that we decided to get an apartment together.Once we moved in together, Jake’s need for me to dance only increased to the point that he was jerking off over and onto my ass 5, 6, 9 times a day. I stopped. We walked into my bedroom, and Ashley immediately slid off her pants. They dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them, and climbed on the bed, kneeling with her rear hanging over the edge. I removed my clothes quickly, and moved in behind her. Since I was erect anyway, I slid my hardness into her stretched kitten. I couldn't feel any tension at all as I moved inside, all the way until I bottomed out at the end of her canal.I slid back out of her, and I walked over to grab the lube off of. Pulling out his rigid cock, Gary wrapped his mother's stained panties around it and began beating his meat with frantic strokes."Oh, mom," he moaned, with the same brand of lust which made his voice crack when he'd jacked off with his sister Millie's panties, "Just wish that your hairy cunt was where I'm gonna shoot my wad, 'stead of only in yourpanties. God, I'd love to fuck the same hairy pussy that squeezed me out into the world in the first place..." Then," came a voice from the darkness,. "Yeah, yes she did", I choked out. Mrs. Bell was wearing an orange bikini top with denim shorts, the kind with the frayed bottoms, very popular back then. Her breasts, a light film of tanning oil covering the exposed areas, were mouth-watering, her tan in stark contrast to the bright orange. I was starting to sport the tent-pole look in the cotton gym shorts I had on."I see Brenda (my Mom) has things all ready." The antiseptic, 4 by 4 gauze pads and surgical tape were sitting atop the end table.