. Oh my! What have we here? Are you wanking your cock?"I didn't know where to look and was embarrassed but so turned on that INearly orgasmed and spur...ted cum right then!Linda then said to me as she came in and shut the door behind her"Mmmmm would you like a hand with washing your cock?"She then stripped off naked and got in the shower with me.She came in close to me and rubbed her breasts against my chest whileShe took my hard penis in her hand and began to stroke it slow but firm asShe brought. So soon, she though; so much constant fucking and still she craved more. She wanted him to screw her so much that she was willing to gamble her marriage in this bed, here and now.Water rained in the shower stall, and through the wall, Betty could hear Chad humming as he bathed. Chad's son nudged the head of his hard cock into her pussy lips and urged it inside. She wiggled her ass and helped to seat it firmly into her snatch, putting her hands on Danny's buttocks, sliding one arm under him and. By the time Christmas had come around, he had firmly become the ninth, andyoungest, member of our gang. As well as dance class with Isha, he hadstarted going to Brownies and Ballet lessons with her too, and Heather hadeven started him on piano lessons. During one pub lunch just beforeChristmas, a couple of boys had started to give him a hard time near theplay area, pushing him around and trying to lift up his kilt skirt that hewas wearing over thick black tights, naughty boys trying to show off. “Blegh!” Sasha said, making a face and shaking her head. “Ugh, gross.” She shuddered briefly.I laughed. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”“It is that bad,” she said, sticking her tongue out.“Why didn’t you get a chaser?” I asked.“Because I’m dumb,” she laughed. “Oh well.” “Do you want a beer?” Sasha asked, grabbing herself one from the fridge. She cracked hers open, took a swig, and then sat it down on the counter.“Yes, please,” I said. Sasha opened the fridge again and grabbed me a beer. She.