"Hey, come on. Let's get on home," Doug said as he pushed her gently forward.

"Uh, just a minute. I have to.." Joanne said unevenly, pointing at the ladies' room door.

"Sure. We'll wait, Mrs. Hill," Bob said, winking at her.

Joanne flushed slightly red, wondering if the teen had picked up her scent. He was almost as tall as Doug and a little stockier. He was swarthy, maybe Italian or Greek, and daddy handsome. His flashing smile and low voice promised more than Joanne could have hoped for. But what was she doing, wondering what kind of lover one of her son's friends would be?

"Oh, God!" she maoned out loud as she pushed the door opened and ran into one of the cabinets. Joanne couldn't hike her skirt up fast enough, sighing as she felt a rush of cool air blow up against her juice-soaked panties. The blonde slid her hands under the elastic waistband of her pink panties and groaned as she felt her wet pussy-hairs brush up against her slender fingers. Joanne could have stood in the tight cabinet all day, thinking of that necking couple and the winking Bob Decker. But her son and his friends were waiting outside. She had to bring herself off right now!

"Ummmmmmmmm," the woman groaned as she staggered backward until she slammed up against the rear cold white tile wall of the toilet cabinet. Joanne's knees trembled and nearly budded as she slid her right forefinger up between her puffy labes until it touched her sparking mound of clit-flesh.

"Ahhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she strummed her beating clit wildly with her finger. The blonde wanted to rip all her clothes off. She pictured the two teens naked, licking every hot inch of her body with their thick, sensuous tongues. Joanne bucked her thighs forward and up, impaling her juicing snatch on her right wrist as she thought of her hot pussy would welcome both teens' dicks.