Her cock was responding to my teasing. Again I used my lips and nose to direct her shaft up towards the elastic of her panties. It soon emerged, just ...the head, then a bit more. I angled my head to capture her cock when I saw her thumbs sliding down her hips, catching her panties at each side and sending them sliding down her smooth legs onto her heels.She gracefully stepped out of them with one foot, widening her stance a bit. Her hands tightened on my head and with one thrust of her hips she. Every time I spent the night with George, I would get a good look at Maggies goods, I think she was doing it on purpose. She was doing it on purpose as she told me. One day I went over to get George, but he had gone somewhere with his dad. Maggie was there in a bikini and asked me in. My dick was hard. She asked me how I liked spying on her and her male friends. I did not know what to say. She told me I could watch any time I wanted and that it was our secret. After that day I would see Maggie. I hate makeup; all that paint. Who wants to go out with a girl that looks as if she’d walked out of the school gates?”As the doorbell rang Jenny ran upstairs, leaving her mother to answer the door.“Is Jenny in Mrs Morgan?” It was Brenda, Jenny’s friend from work.“Come in my Dear, she’ll be but a few moments, she’s gone up to her room, first door on the left” Jenny’s mother pointed up the stairway. “Go up if you like!”Brenda was just turned 19, both Jenny and her had been a friend since school. I held her tightly, her left nipple still in my mouth, until she finally collapsed against me. We sat this way for some time, and then she rose up and crawled from my lap. She walked back to where she’d dropped her shirt, picked it up from the floor and shrugged back into it. Then, with a tiny smile on her pretty lips she turned and walked back to where I sat. She bent at the waist, leaned in and licked a drop of mother’s milk that clung to one corner of my mouth.“Any time you’re thirsty…”“I.