It shot right into the bathroom, this put me over the edge and I nearly collapsed with the throbbing orgasm that I had.Now what to do? The shame and a...guish that I suddenly felt overwhelmed me. This was certainly going too far. I was partly to blame here, ok mostly to blame. I had to pretend to not see it. My poor son had to be mortified that he had just unloaded such a magnificent blast of sperm into his mothers private moment. I finished up in the shower, just in case he was still watching I. My body was screaming at me to turn around and go back in there and get fucked. Hard. I just need to talk to him, is what I told myself. I need to get dressed, and rationally talk to him, and we can laugh about it. I get up and hastily pull on my white t-shirt without a bra, because at this point I don't really care if he sees my nipples, and my pair of jean shorts I had worn over. "You can do this. You're just going to walk out there, and put this awkward situation behind you." I say to. The house had been up for sale ever since the couple left but there had been no takers. News of the strange disappearance made the rounds and no one seemed interested in acquiring it although, especially around halloween, local kids would dare each other to spend the night. No one did however and so the house slowly began to succumb to the severe winters and heavy winds. The broken window had been repaired when Cherie put the house on the market, however, there were two shutters missing now,. Carver's Buick with Fred Carver. What does the weasel do? Grab my tit. I grabbed his hand and broke all his fingers.Some Winter Dance - the whole night we were at the emergency room, and Mr. Danvers and Mr. Carver were yelling at each other.In high school, Joe Mantuzzi bet all the guys that he'd be the first to fuck me. I'd have rather fucked his father's bull, but he just wouldn't leave me alone. He grabbed me one day near the gym, and I had to hit him.I didn't know the concrete on that wall.