The cock pulled away and Monica closed her mouth and swallowed all that had not already run down her chin. She finally moved to scoop up what was han...ging from her chin with her fingers and put it back into her mouth. Monica opened her eyes and looked up to see her 17 year old son Ty, short for Tylor, standing in front of her. She smiled and said, "You're home a little early today, Honey." "Ya, Mom, my last period teacher wasn't feeling well so they excused the class early." Ty replied. "Is. The girl on the left wasn’t interested in talking to us and her group soon left. The other girl, who said her nickname was Kayla, decided to stay with us and have a drink. Christina was very casually standing next to her with her arm seemingly d****d around Kayla’s shoulder but in fact there was still a fistful of hair clenched in Christina’s fist and I could see that she occasionally increased the tension in the hair in her hand by closing her fingers. And then gently but firmly, and almost. Behind her, Mary loosened her robe and rolled on top of me, rubbing her panty-clad pussy against my cock. Silk panties felt slick and sexy, I discovered. Tom's jeans came off, followed by his underpants, which Teresa had to lift away from him a good distance so she could get them below his prick which was at full stretch.She took it gently in her hand and rubbed it, causing the emission of white curds of precum she used to lubricate the movement of her hand."Can you manage to remove your own. Who was this guy? Why did he stay here? Was he THAT rich? Thoughts quickly passed her mind, as they were going up the elevator and into George's lavish apartment. There was art everywhere, not the cheap art you find in IKEA, but real art, like a Van Gogh painting. George noticed Jane's discomfort and settled her down, by reassuring her that everything's fine. He went on to pour some nice wine, while Jane was dumbfounded by what she was seeing, could she really be so lucky, or was she another.