My husband Ron, like all of his family, is a recreational sailor. In the summers, he participates in the weekly Wednesday evening sailboat races on La...ke Michigan. I had invited my special girlfriend Erin to have a mid-evening dinner with me, one of those evenings, at the restaurant which overlooks the marina. There we would wait to meet Ron after the races had finished. Because parking is sparse there, I had asked that she meet me at my home and we would drive there together in my car. I was. So I rolled off edge of the bed and quickly had I could made way across the room and retrieved my swimming towel that semi wet from drying off earlier from the pool and rushed back over to bed. Jackie didn’t waste second bend her body up towards be a our lips Connected and once again both of our tongues wrestle about in our mouth just long enough me spread towel down on bed so we wouldn’t mess up Diana sister Cindy with her scorching juice that by now were heavily flowing out from her cunt. She was about 5'5" and looking up at her I realized that Imust have gotten a lot shorter. It must have been because of the boots Ihad on last night.Driving to school in the car, which now by the way was an old, but clean-looking Volkswagen Bug with pink and white seats, I came to a stoplightand glanced in the rearview mirror. My face looked different. I mean Ilooked like me, but I also looked more like Lizzie and Mom with a moredelicate jaw line and a smaller nose.I was damned uncomfortable at. I close my eyes as the sweat runs off me – all I can think about is my rigid erection and the sensations of the hand stroking its length. There must be emissions of pre-cum as I feel the hand sliding easily over my helmet with the copious lubrication.As any guy will tell you, there comes a point when the focus of the mind is entirely on the cock as the climax approaches. The world disappears, and so it is with me – my eyes are tight shut and I am no longer conscious of anyone on the train, or.