...As we sit through dinner, we talk about k**s, life, husbands etc. Then towards the end, we order our first drink and of course start to talk about ...our sexlives and share our stories, knowing how vivid womens imaginations are, we are all making mental pictures and getting a little aroused. We pay our bill and head out for the bar, lucky for me, the bill wasn't correct so in the midst of getting it fixed, we walked out without using the potty. We get to the bar order drinks, and a couple guys. I watched in utter amazement, as I was afforded an excellent view that was also out of site of the office workers above. The mystery gal continued rubbing her pussy with great furry, pressing on her clit like a little button and arching her back. From time to time she would cup her breasts and try to stuff a nipple into her mouth. Although she was pleasuring herself, I got a sense of frustration that she needed something more. Suddenly, she arched her back, let our a low scream and let. " She put her hands on her hips and said again, "take off your clothes Peter...now."I was ready to cry, not sure what kind of trouble I was in. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and slipped off my shoes and socks while Mrs. Wilson sat on my bed. I took off my jeans and was standing there in my white Hanes underwear. My cock was ridiculously hard and there was no way to hide that. "You still have clothes on Peter. Take off your underwear...now." I took them off, then tried to hide my. Although I was 18 then, when hard, my dick would grow to about 9 inches. As I was looking through the window at Jill and jerking off, she peeled off her bra and I was totally enthralled. They were magnificent! They shone in the such sunlight. Just then, Jill looked up and must have saw me peeking through from the window. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly rushed away from the window and went to watch television. The next day, my parents decided to take my sister to New Zealand for a holiday as.