I moved my hand across the front of those silk shorts until the side of my finger touched his erection. I kept moving until his hard c**k was under the palm of my hand. I gripped it. He moaned quietly and moved his finger back. Then he moved it forward, still pressing against me. I moved my hand holding the silk-encased erection of my best friend's dad. My knees felt weak.
Mr. K bent his finger. Now the big knuckle rubbed the cotton into my wide-open slit. I had another little orgasm. His c**k twitched as I held it and stroked, the silk fabric sliding over his hardness.
There was no more pretending. Mr. K rubbed my p***y through my panties, fast and hard. I gripped his c**k through that silk and stroked him. We were both panting and still only looking down.
I felt my orgasm coming on. A
