My saliva ran down to his hot balls, prompting me to lick around them, feeling their weight with my tongue.I could feel my own hard cock straining to ...get out of my shorts. I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor, and released my cock into the air from my boxer shorts.There I was sitting on a nice chair with my cock out, and another guys cock pumping deep in and out of my mouth, I thought it couldn't get any better.......but it did."I'm going to fill your throat with hot cum." He. He made me turn round and then told me I had a beautiful body and a spectacular bum that must be the objective of every cock I met. I told him no I had never done this before. He could not believe his luck and pushed me into the cubicle. I was worried we would be caught but he told me not to worry as it was getting late. All the time he was stroking my body and playing with my cock so I let him close the door and then he kissed me. That was when I became compliant I just loved it as he stuck. That was the new group. Eight people from dissimilar backgrounds and headed toward dissimilar goals. Somehow, we all got along. I suspect that Pat and Heather had a sobering talk with Carol. She became a bit more circumspect around Dad, Tom, and me. When we went into Ellijay for our weekly meeting, she was dressed sexily and showed a lot of skin. I was surprised when she allowed Bill Wilson to squire her around. He was just over thirty and had been a professor at a girls' college in. "Like you, I'm a mother -- and I was more concerned about what my little girls might see than their long-term welfare. That's about to change. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a stall." To hide in?" the older woman scoffed."No, to pull off my panties and adjust my halter so the next guy to get a look sees the good parts!" Tamara retorted. "If you're so worried about her, maybe you should go with her!" She hit the stall and started working on her alterations. Outside the stall, the argument got.