I made sure glasses and plates were available. Finally everything was done. The men were all seated, eating and drinking and they watched the pre-game... interviews and guesswork. Stepping up behind the couch I leant over it to give Victor a goodbye kiss, since I was leaving to meet Helena. As I was bent over, a naughty hand curled around my long legs and slipped up under the tight skirt I was wearing. It rubbed my mound through my tiny cotton thong…I could not believe that any of those guys would. .my heart was racing, what the fuck had I done, I had fumbled with girls before and the writings on toilet doors and walls had always made me hard but I had never followed up, or even imagined I would be in a position like this. I noticed him slowing down and turning into a quiet lane surrounded by trees, a minute or two later we drew to a halt, near a gate to a field. he unbuckled his seatbelt and leant over his hand leaning on my leg as he looked at the mag with me... "Do you like the cocks?". “Weird,” he thought, “isn’t she supposed to be in at this time?” He knocked again- no answer- he tried the door and found that it was unlocked. He walked into the main room and froze on the spot. The door to her bedroom was half open and he could see her slowly sinking onto jakes hard cock. He felt rage cloud his mind, he wanted to walk in and bash Jake over the head with a chair. He breathed in hard- he had to calm down before he did something stupid. He watched as Jake was obviously in. "I figured you'd need to take care of things before breakfast" Candy cooed, "I see the way you look at me when I'm out by the pool. It turns me on, thinking of you getting a hot, hard bulge, then needing to stoke out a thick, juicy load. Just lie back, and let your aunt stroke out a load for you." John may have been startled, but he wasn't too startled to do exactly as she requested. Candy had him scoot down, until his legs were over the edge of the bed, she knelt on the floor, her eyes.