You and your little weener. He surprised me then by releasing one of his hands from her hair. Watching Greg as he grew hungry, his hands running down to the back of her knees then sliding up again slowly. In all our years together I had never heard her so desperate, so worked up… He eventually became more daring, before slipping it over the cheeks of her ass, revealing her matching red panties. “oh Greg , we can’t do this ” her voice whimpered… It didn’t take long. We continued doing this, growing braver as the desire built to almost a frenzy. Outside I began to feel better, but the waves kept on coming until I was… It was like ringing the lunch bell, cause Greg now began to move his hands down her back, lingering occasionally on the strap as if fighting the urge to unfasten the inviting clasp. These wicked thoughts also involved Greg.
