Around the corner was an almost empty room with just one person inside, setting up tables, chairs and easels. "Oh hello. You must be new. I'm Sandy."I...was in my own world. Zoned out with my thoughts. A hand was reached out towards me. "Oh...ahh.. Tom. Nice to meet you" I responded awkwardly. Sandy had a curvy figure, was tallish, but just a bit shorter than me. She looked about late 30s, with wavy light brown hair that reached down just past her shoulders. Wearing a kind of sports tracksuit, I. We all sat on the sofa, mom to my left and Andi to my right. We talked and watched TV but eventually, I had to change position, I simply wasn’t comfortable, so jumped onto the floor. I grabbed two cushions from the vacant armchairs and lay with then under my head and shoulders, with my feet by the sofa. I’d forgotten that I was knicker less and that my skirt covered nothing and in addition my sensitised clit came to rest on the carpet. Each time I shifted, the tiniest amount, my clit would rub. “Your friend’s father sucked at hiding stuff. This painting has weird dimensions; it just screams ‘look behind me’.”And just like that, I realized what I’m missing.“You’re a genius,” I said.“By comparison ... without a doubt.”I ignored her jab. She couldn’t help it. The fact that she was still helping me despite her allergy - or whatever - to my genetics, said a lot about her. After hating her for more than a year, it was weird to find each insult made me like her that much more.“From the. "Amy pegged your son for the first time tonight," Jamal revealed."Take it all, faggot," Ben's guy grunted and assumedly came in his ass."Yes!" Ben screamed in a high-pitched feminine voice I would never guess could emerge from his lips.I saw cum spurting onto the carpet.My son had just come... no hands!... from getting ass fucked.Wow!I didn't know that was even possible.As I took it all in, I felt a cock poking at my back door.I turned back and said, "Fuck me like you fuck my son." It's going.