Jerry stepped right up to me, pushed me to the wall and whispered into my ear.'Drop you pants quick and bend over,' I was flabbergasted, 'What,' I mut...tered. Jerry spun me around undid my belt pulled my pants down and began to stick his cock up the crack of my butt. 'Wait we need some lubricant,' I stammered, 'we need nothing but for you to do as you are told,' Jerry shot back. With that Jerry placed his hand between my shoulder blades and push me forward and down. My unlube butt poking back. My index finger found my clit and I started rubbing it fast and hard. Wow, that felt good. My left hand went underneath my shirt and starting massaging my D cup tits. A whispered, "Oh God" and a moan escaped my lips. I started bucking my hips in rhythm with the movement of my hands. My clothes were restricting my movements; I had to get them off. I stopped and my grandpa looked at me but didn't say anything, he just kept stroking his cock like there was no tomorrow. I was horny like I had never. Smith would go jogging every morning, in her jogging shorts and athletic top. So did every other guy in the neighborhood. After John turned 15 he had fantasies of having sex with her and would masturbate with those dreams.After John turned 16, Mr. Smith had died of a heart attack. Mrs. Smith took it hard and quit running. She quickly gained weight and by the time he was 18, the only thing pretty about her, he thought, was her face and smile. She did have the biggest boobs in the neighborhood,. She sees me walk down our path and I watch her as she walks over to me. God, I think, she really is just as gorgeous as Phoebe. She introduces herself, “Hi, I’m Andie. I’m housesitting while my parents are away. You look good. Going out on the town?”It feels good to hear her say that as I take pride in my outfits, “Thanks, I’m Fleur. And yes, I’m going out with a friend. My fiancé Ryan is going away for the weekend.”“Fiancé? Oh, I’m surprized…”Poor girl thinks her gaydar is broken. But I.