Her thoughts quickly turned to Dylan and Myrna fell asleep while remembering how good it felt to have him shoot off with her hand wrapped around his dick. xxx “If you gotta know, I was givin’ him a hand job,” Myrna told her. She felt a little nasty for using her blouse, but she liked the idea of remembering what she’d done with it the next time she wore it. “She even saw the wet spots on my blouse an’ knew what it was.”
“She did?!”
“I was pretty surprised, too. It’s totally different ‘n doin’ it myself.”
Picking up the shirt she’d been wearing, Myrna wiped the cum off of Dylan’s chest. Dylan was rapidly getting worked up and Myrna could feel his erection through his pants on her thigh. “First time he didn’t last too long,”
