My cock throbbed, not just from his touch, but also from the enjoyable, supple mound of gay feminine form that was encased in my hand and the hard stiff nipple that pressed into it, teasing it back with each rise of his chest. I slowly moved my hand down the side of his stomach to his leg, down to the tender indentation of the back of his knee, then I gently stroked the back of it up to his more than femininely curved ass. The signals on my fingers anal contradicted, what I knew, and what I could feel. His hand clenched involuntarily around the bulge in my jeans, gripping it in reaction to my movements. My cock pulsed again and pushed itself further into that grip. His ass urged itself back shaved and into my touch, exposing the effect I was having on him, and the equally hard presence that pushed out from his pants. Throbbing and stiff, it too strained at the fabric, entrapping it, for release. Our breathing matched our anxiousness, the desire that was building inside us, fueled it and awakened in each other, a need to continue, to just flow with what this night might bring. His body arched into my amateur hand as I traced the curve of his cheek, up to his lower back, masturbation then down to the softness of a slender leg. It was small but plump, not hard, not mushy, but firm and curvy, and so incredibly warm against my hand. "Is there anymore of that cigarette left?" He gasped more than spoke. The words broke the sounds that were filling our heads with intensity. *"Mmhm." I reached to the ashtray, took the half-joint and lit it, then held it just there. He put his lips to it and inhaled, and leaned his head back into me. *"Shotgun." He looked up at me quizzically. *"Kids these days. What do they teach you at school? I groan loudly as shot after masturbation shot of cum fires into her eager mouth. Impossible to find, if you were only looking with your eyes. “Holy shit, what a mess.” Brandon muttered. The happy sissy swiftly licked the cummy fingers clean. Who knows. 
You can stay amateur too, but you have to pretend the gay whole time to be a bad guy. I manually felt the area on both sides of his groin where hernias commonly occur. I had cum hard. “But do you think it’ll go the way you want?” “It’s a shaved double standard. She shifted her stance wider, bringing her crotch down closer and closer to Brie’s waiting mouth, until anal at last her puffy pussy made contact with her best friend’s lips. “Sis, how long were you married? “I mean in your pants please.” The second thing that disturbed me was that I dreamt of fingering her.