The joke was that Ann was the only one between them that knew how to pick a guy. Teresa only had a few boyfriends but each one was a loser. Terry on t...he other hand liked to play the field. No, Terry liked sex and didn't hide it. The girls in high school called her nasty names while their boyfriends stood in line to be blown by her. Between their personalities and looks, oh, I didn't tell you? They are both on the fugly side; they were not liked by the 'In' crowd.Terry has a large mole on her. When we came, we would shoot on a cracker on the table. The first one to cum had to eat the cracker...I was ALWAYS stroking to cum first! I didn't like the fact that 90% of the cum landed on the table and not my mouth, so we started using a tortilla ;-) Pretty soon, guys would just put their cocks in my mouth right before they came! They knew I loved that hot, gooey stuff!Anyway, John's mom had brought down a pitcher of orange juice and cups when we got back from trick or treating. John got. His hand slid down the front of her knickers, his hand sliding over the smoothness of her shaved pubic mound. He stopped as his fingers reached the top of her pussy, slowly moving his hand up and down over the soft warm skin, feeling her move slightly under his touch. “Keep going baby, please don’t stop,” she whispered. He chuckled, as his hand resumed its downward path. His fingers traced the softness of her pussy as they started rubbing her wetness. Her breath started growing more ragged as. He feared punishment or maybe he was just really thirsty, but he drank it right down like it was a real glass of lemonade. He looked sick afterwards and I thought he was going to barf. My pussy was soaked and it had nothing to do with sweat. Through my shorts, I rubbed hard on my red clit. I leaned back in my wicker seat and closed my eyes against the sunlight that poured into my face past the ivy-laden trellis. I came quickly with a tiny groan. "Here, have another", said Brigit. She took his.