My little titties quivered. My nipple shot tingles straight to my pussy. My clitoris. I grabbed it and opened my mouth wide. His thumbs massaged at my nipples through my bra cup. He gasped as I yanked him inside. I turned it off and grabbed my cup of coffee, those thoughts of leaving a device at the Stay Awake Cafe burning through my mind. I whimpered, my cunt clenching. I don’t know why I did that. Head home. “If I had a son, especially a handsome and strapping one, why, I might have thoughts I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh, my gosh, you have no idea,” my friend said. “There you are. Then I gasped as he reached behind me, forcing me to lean forward from the chair’s back. There was a window that you could look out on the worship hall, but you couldn’t see through it from the other side with the lights off in here.
