”I found her clit, stroking it through her panties. I massaged that little bud. I nibbled on her nub. She pinched mine, rolling it, teasing it. I mo...aned about her nub as pleasure rippled through me to my juicy pussy. My snatch grew hotter and hotter. It soaked my poor panties.Her legs squeezed around my hand, holding me in place as she moaned louder and louder. Rita rolled away from me, the bed shifting. She and Tammy were moving, moaning. They were doing something naughty.“Ooh, that’s hot,”. The broody young man slid along the bench seat, his intention to ejectthe drunken sailor obvious, but Michele gripped his bicep to stop him."Jason I stopped being your girlfriend the day you called me a slut justbefore the Christmas party. I'm not your possession and never will be,so just get over it," Michele said maintaining a calm tone."Well you obviously are a slut!" You're here with this skinny fag tranny fucker!" he screeched.Jason could be heard over the music and the sleepy bouncer at. My sister offered a lemony face like she thought this was over-the-top and it was. She was holding her ass cheeks very wide apart and shimmying her naked body through our house. She was accompanied by my mother who was doing the same thing only she had her chin up and her tits pushed out like she was slightly amused and happy to be walking this way.My sister almost giggled at one point though at how completely absurd the entire thing was. I have to admit – I took several mental snapshots of. .. I can't ... I'm your mother," she protested weakly. Then when Andy grew bold and reached for her shirt and began to pull it upward, she stood silent. She closed her eyes as she felt the wet shirt move above her breasts and then over her head. She trembled as she now stood topless in front of her son. It was no accident this time. When Andy suddenly pulled her to him and she felt his strong chest against her breasts her knees grew weak. The two of them slid to their knees on the platform,.