Troy was used to storms like this, but he was unprepared to ride his bike in it, so he pulled over and ran for cover towards a familiar house. It belo...ged to an old hippy named Bruce. Troy knew him from the neighborhood, and saw his covered porch as a safe place to wait out the hail and rain. Bruce had a nice old house with lots of flowers in the front yard, and a large backyard that Bruce hosted an annual party in every summer. Troy remembered Bruce as a very nice guy and decided to casually. She put his dick back in her mouth and cleaned it with a smile. She turned to look at Kevin who had a weird look on her face but she didn't care at that time and asked him to get her phone which she did and in front of the two guys opened her camera and saw herself. Her face exactly like she had started to like it a compete mess covered in cum and spit while her mascara and eyeliner ruined and mixed with the blots of cum but today was different as her hijab was there as well and it was a mess. " I didn't care. I'd been wanting to get intimate with Mark since the first time I saw him! I play with his dick for a few minutes, smearing his slick pre-cum ALL OVER his cock, and I'm not sure what happened. Maybe my blatantly jerking off of his cousin finally tripped my embarrassment button or one of us had to go to the bathroom, but Mark, when we settled back down, was now behind me. He had put the blanket back over us which was a clue to "Let's Keep Doing THAT!". I reached behind me and. "Mom!" the voice screamed, so shrill that for a few seconds Alice couldn't identify it as Ricky's. "Mom!" The boy sounded frantic. He was racing through the house.Alice, running, nearly collided with him in the hallway.He grabbed her, clinging to her, panting furiously, drenched even more than yesterday."I'm dying," he panted. "I've got hypothermia. You've gotta warm me up, Mom. Quick, I'm dying!" As he talked, he pried off his squishing sneakers with his feet. His rain-soaked jeans came off.