The pudgy boy was less embarrassed and soon had a full hard on, stroking his cockhead in and out of its cover. He looked about six inches long and two... fingers wide. With bigger balls he would have been hung like her far away husband. She wondered if they were having a race. The other boy had increased his length to the match his friend, but was only partially erect. He kept stroking until he was fully hard, then did an odd thing. He removed his hand to fully display his erection and looked. At that point I decided that I wasn't going to do shit unless she made the first move but I was so horny I knew I would be all over her if she did.Fast-forward about an hour to the point at which we are moving the mattress onto the now completed bedframe. I'm holding a corner of the mattress up while she arranges the dust ruffle and she lets a really long period of time go by with her breast resting on the back of my hand. This really gets my cock throbbing and the butterflies churning. Out. Being greeted at the doorway(who by?) ... eating a meal...Nothing more. What else had happened?There was a tiny amount of light creeping in through somewhere behindme, perhaps from a door frame. My eyes were adjusting slowly to thedarkness, and I could make out some vague shapes. I was in a fairlysmall area, it seemed. It smelt musty, of old clothes. A cellar, ormaybe a garage? The floor under my feet was hard and solid, concrete Ithought from the way my soles tapped on it.I turned my attention. "Stop! I need to stop. For you to stop. Pleassssse stop." Iplead She gets to my knees and starts back towards the center of mywant, the center of my pleasure. Rachel uses her nails dragging across my legsyou can see little red swollen trails where her fingers went. She finally getsto the spot that I want her touch. The spot that has me heated to boiling.I shudder. Her breath at my ear as she whispers, "Spread your legs,Mrs. bitch." I feel the warmth and smell the sweetness of her breath. It.