She might even wash his ass. Now, he hoped her juice had dripped that far. He felt it leak down his shaft, and his balls as she got off him. He was la...ying there remembering her hips as they moved in that tight black mini skirt. Her breasts were huge as they struggled to pop the one button that was straining to hold her blouse together. That tight red blouse that covered just above her nipples, moved as her breasts swayed as she sat on his cock and fucked him. That pussy showing through her. I wasn’t trying to hide from him, I just needed some time to get myself together. Mostly, I need to figure out how to keep from losing my best friend. Unfortunately, he finds me sitting on the pier at Wiley’s Pond before I have a plan. I love Wiley’s Pond and always have! I don’t care that it’s not particularly handicap accessible and, over the years, I’ve learned the little tricks to getting around just about anywhere. This place is worth the trouble as it’s so peaceful, with no more than the. Doors open again, but I leave my hand behind my back, trying to look innocent. When the doors close again, I'm able to look at you again, and seeing the heat in your eyes actually sends goose bumps through my body. Running my fingers against your dick again, I'm tracing your hard-on through your jeans; I can feel the head of your cock, throbbing slightly. I move my thumb over the tip, in slow circles. Just before the doors open again, I can see you swallow hard. The elevator goes up again,. One day, I had the afternoon off from school.I brought the box of photos upstairs to mom's room and began matching the photos with the clothes to see which of them still remained in her drawers and closets. I don't know why it was a thrill, but I can just tell you that it was. To spend a day searching through hanger loads of silky things and see what she actually looked like wearing them set my mind spinning with excitement.I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was.