Now she caught the look of desire in Jason's eyes, and could not help but return it with one of her own. She swallowed, panting, and nodded, her eyes ...glazed.The two of them walked through the house and up the stairs, their bodies growing warm and then hot, and increasingly uncomfortable in their clothes. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Jason had an aching hard-on, and Melinda's pussy was wet. Her nipples were hard and perky, two tiny raised bumps on her shirt. They tingled. Her father looked impossibly Nordic, with pale blonde hair and green eyes; he was six feet tall, and a well muscled 200 pounds, with no paunch. It was a wonder that women didn't fight over him.Lorena didn't think that was the trouble between her parents, other women. It was just something that had grown sharp and ugly over the years, like a sickness. But if they wouldn't do anything about it, the kids would. Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Lorena felt the stuff burn all the way down. She. She placed her pussy to hers and started to rub her clit against hers. The man felt like he’s cock was going to explode. The girls rubbed their clits hard and fast against each other, feeling their hot juices mix. They rubbed and rubbed till Helen let out a big moan and came so hard that she started to shake. Katie let of her and giggled.The man grabbed Katie and bent her over, doggy style. He rubbed his cock over his pussy and Katie’s body trembled. “You really want this don’t you?” He. ‘Strip club rules,’ I said. I tucked the bill into the waistband of the panties. ‘If you want more, you’re going to have to actually dance.’ I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I could smell more than perfume. ‘Mmm…’ Nicole said. She waved her behind in my face to the beat of the music. She stepped back and turned toward me. She reached above her head and twisted to the music, her eyes closed. Her breasts were smaller than her sister’s, but they were still so high and firm. Her stomach was flat.