My own rhythm quickened to match his hand as it slid along his shaft. When I pulled into the driveway I saw his bike in the grass. Either Paul was working out or he was having trouble breathing. His door was ajar. Paul opened his eyes and stared his hand still on his shaft cum dripping over his hand. Watching Paul, aroused by the sounds he made and the sight of him jerking off I started to feel pressure building within me yearning to be released. No panty to hamper me my hand was soon further down and moving up and down my slit occasionally rubbing against my hardening clit. I, sliding my hands from inside my pants the moistness rubbing on my stomach said, “We’re ordering out tonight.” Turning on my heel I retreated to my room. One hand was on his shaft moving up and down slowly and the other cupped his balls. Up the stairs and past his room a sound caught my ear.
