"We did as we were told, and saw Mark's dad disappear into his room. The girls were laughing in Mark's bathroom and we peeked in at them both in the n...de, drying off. "Hey, get out of here, my Mom is just down the hall," Ashley said."Just checking things out!" Mark said, laughing. "Take something out of the closet or dresser to wear."Mark and I slid into some basketball shorts and t-shirts and went back downstairs. We looked in the freezer and found one of his dad's trays of baked ziti in. And I started cleaning the plates at the sink. I had just cleaned one plate and put it on the rack to dry where I felt him standing behind me, naked. After I left the table, he must have stripped down; he was standing behind me and I could feel him. He had a boner, standing at attention demanding some service. I began to move my hips against him, rubbing his cock and mewling with the sensations it was causing in my pussy. He pushed his hands forward through my hands and cupped my boobs and. There was no more foreplay and there was no protection. My pussy was already wet, and Dave entered me impatiently and forcefully. I wrapped my legs round his back as he pumped away.Dave only lasted about a couple of minutes. He didn't pull out either, shooting his load right up me. It was good, but I hadn't had cum and I wanted more. I got my vibrator out of the bedside cabinet, switched it on, and handed it to Dave. He knew how to handle it too, letting it throb against my clit, before teasing. I wondered if that meant she had been become somewhat aroused by the naughty brushes my thumbs had stolen along the edges of that pouting mons? But I didn’t hesitate by pondering her condition or my good fortune at her consenting to my request for this most intimate of osculations. She tilted her pelvis to meet my lips. I kissed her on that very spot, I kissed where I came from, on my mother’s vagina, on mom’s pussy. She gave a little gasp, but nothing else; no words to end the moment, she.