‘When I was in the store and I bent over to look at the jewelry, were you looking up my skirt?’ He smiled, ran his hand under my skirt and tugged...at my panties. ‘I like your pink panties,’ he said. ‘Very sexy!’ Then he embraced me again, his hand under my skirt, wrapped around my backside. I turned my head and he started kissing my neck. I glanced at the cab driver. He was gawking at us through his rearview mirror. His eyes met mine and he looked away towards the traffic. I leaned towards. She glanced down.“Thirteen. Mom.”“Looks like we might have to scare Mom a little bit too.”“Why don’t you call her and tell her to stop pestering us, because they’re just pissing off both of us. It might come better from you; she’ll allow you a bit of cussing.”“I’ll do that right now.”I pressed the speed-dial for Mom, put her on speaker so Erica could hear, and told her straight that if she didn’t want two divorces in the family, mine and Sally’s, she’d back off RIGHT NOW and make damn sure we. He then drew circles on her areola with his sticky finger.“Oh my God…” She moaned again. She had already started getting wet under her panty.Once his fingers dried up, he placed his mouth on her right nipple and bit it, lightly.“Ahhh,” she hissed, arching her back and squirming a bit, as he kept his nipple bitten in his teeth, before releasing it and starting to eat her tit.“Slurp, slurp…”“Aaah…shit, Sandy…mmm…ah.”He ate, and squeezed her tits, simultaneously, before planting kisses on her,. I could hear Sarah moan with each finger he stuck in her ass. Peter took off his pants happy to not have such an audience. He was quite a bit smaller than the others but considering what he wanted to do Sarah didn’t mind. She had talked about it, but had never even let me finger her ass before. Sarah got on her knees in front of him and let out a moan as Peter pushed his cock into her asshole. Fred got out reluctantly, looking back longingly at Sarah. I knew how he felt. Peter got a good.
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