I intwined my legs with his, straddling his left thigh with my own, and began to grind on it to the beat of the music. I balanced myself, holding that... hunk of neck and letting my hips and my legs work with my crotch rolling back and forth along the length of his thigh. My eyes were locked on him, watching his mixed expressions of pleasure and lust. He tried to hold my crystal blue gaze, but he couldn't resist but study my intimately explicit dance on him.I also caught him peeking at the d****s. She didn't move or say anything as my lover reached his crescendo and ejaculated his seed up my accommodating bum hole. Holding my lover to me I winked at her as she was obviously enjoying watching two men engaged in homosexual buggery. She then squealed as she too came and flooded her knickers with wet cum. My lover then noticed her for the first time and panicked as he pulled out of my bum hole, My cock then exploded sending cum all over my chest and balls. To stop my lover panicking. Finally her concentration was broken by Ryan's return home, which was the worst thing she could imagine in the world at that moment."Hi Mom," Ryan said as he entered the house through the kitchen door."Oh, Hi Honey!" Jennifer said with obviously manufactured enthusiasm. "What have you been up to?" I went over to Jason's." Oh! That's nice! How has he been?" Fine," Ryan said as he gave Jennifer a puzzled look."What?" she said in mock surprise. "What's with that look?" Mom, what is your problem?. You might think I was being particularly dim, or something – I mean, everybody knows that you shouldn’t spit into the wind. I guess I wasn’t thinking, or the whole thing was too distracting – the cold, the grit in the air, my runny eyes. We all know that the reason we don’t spit into the wind is that, well, it comes back at us. But there’s more to this story. Much more. The reason we don’t spit into the wind in winter when it is four degrees with a wind chill of twenty five below is not only.