Kissing my way back up to your mouth I stop only briefly to run my tongue over your still dry panties. You know how much I love those white cotton pan...ties? They always seem so virginal."At that I glanced down at the panties I was wearing which were, as he had guessed, white cotton. Though the panties weren't quite as dry in real life as they were in his imagination. I knew this would be a good just because of the details he used."Leaving your panties I run my tongue up and use the gentlest of. Seeing her lying there, staring up at him as Al was cumming all over her, made Steven want her more. He knew she was doing this more for him than she was for herself. He also knew she hadn’t cum yet, so as soon as his friend was done, he told Lyndsey to stay there. He had to make her cum. He always liked her to be satisfied during sex. Sliding between her legs and straight into her gorgeous pussy, he raised her legs to make sure he got nice and deep, just how they both liked it. Hearing her. Well he gets out of the shower and I'm in his moms room with dirty panties on my face and my little dick in my hand. He knew I would smell dirty panties and he would too our aunts cousins and there friends too when they slept over but it was always something we did alone not together. But he comes in and is in just a towel to my surprise and he takes it off and swings his cock front to back and tells me let's go put on some porn and stroke our cocks. He says I can bring his moms panties too. My. The Custer Shoot...and suddenly I missed David. That set me off. I sobbed. The father of Beck’s sweat-shirted student commiserated, responding with a hug. I soaked his shirt.That resulted in apologies. The apologies led to a suggestion. The suggestion soon led to the idea that maybe sex would help. We had an executive suite at the Boxer; two big bedrooms with a fancy living/dining area between. It was less than four blocks but we took separate vehicles. Beck and I took a taxi and they...the.