I grinned, lopsidedly, then scooted and twisted so my head was again on my pillow. “Sometimes, a guy’s gotta make do,” I thought. ... I kicked my boxer-briefs in the vicinity of the hamper and loosely wrapped my left fist around my shaft. With my right hand, I brought Marie’s panties up to my face and inhaled her musky scent; my cock responded by twitching in my hand. I dropped the panties down over my tip and shucked back the loose foreskin. The brush of the lace surged a tiny. " In the car, she laid the lotions out on the seat between us, twisted herself to the side and lifted her left knee up onto the seat, opening her legs again. Glimpses at her panties played havoc with my driving. Almost home, I stopped at a light and turned to feast my eyes on her treasures, the one between her legs, not on the seat. I sat almost through an entire green light. No other cars were around, so no one honked, but Mom smiled up at me and quietly said, "If you don't keep your mind on. Clarita held her head and kissed her. I applied more cocoa butter, starting at Juana’s heels and working up, rubbing into the backs of her calves and thighs, up to her bouncy butt. Nothing intimate, no excursions to orifices, just a gentle rubdown. ‘That feels real nice, Ron,’ Juana sighed. ‘Do me some more please?’ I straddled Juana’s back, kneeling above her hips. I worked from one hand up to her shoulder, then the other hand, then down her back and flanks, just brushing the sides of her. If there had been a woman in there, we could have shared her, or just fucked each other silly.Janice didn’t want that. She wanted me to know that she was the Top; she had done exactly what she said she would. She did the one thing guaranteed to make jealousy the least of my problems. There was no way I could kiss her, touch her, and even be in the same bed with her.She knew that, she knew that she’d hurt me in ways I could never forget. Janice grinned at me, sperm dribbling from her lips,.