Game played, my friend decided to head off with her friends, to the mall or for a bite to eat I guess. I started to walk home. As I walked by my friend's home, her mother came outside and invited me in for a cool drink. I was hesitant but at the same time, I was too timid to say no. I will cut to the chase. Her mom (let's call her Chelsea) was in shorts as the weather was warm for this Fall day. She had a short sleeve button down shirt on with just the top two buttons open. What was very memorable was that she apparently had no bra on and her nipples we very evident, nice bumps with the outline of her areolas completely outlined. It was pretty evident that her attention was on more than a casual glass of lemonade. Without the drawn out details, we moved to the sofa. She got closer. She caressed my leg, shoulder and neck and then she went for my penis. Not knowing what to do, I let her take charge. I knew what an erection was as I had been masturbating in my bedroom since. Her father was explaining the field and the little girl listened with wide eyes. The deck cleared as the five-minute starting time was given. The anthem was sung by a man in a deep baritone on the pitcher’s mound. I glanced over at Des as we settled back in our seats. His erection still tented against the waistband of his jeans. He smiled lazily at me and winked as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was turning purple at the tip as he softly skimmed his palms over his glans. My panties were drenched in juices at the sight of him. I found myself on my knees before him. I took him with my mouth and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I flicked my tongue under the head, on top of the scar where his foreskin used to be. I teased the remains of the nerve clusters that were once there. He gripped the armrests on his chair, gritting his teeth, trying not to moan. I found my rhythm, getting lost in the erotic nature of the deed for what seemed like ages.He gasped.
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