Two of my fingers weave through her dense bush, and it doesn’t take long to make her cum. It’s been far too long since we made love.“Your dad lo...ed to finger my pussy while I drove. I soaked the seat many times, and it’s just lucky that we never had an accident.”Mom slows down as we turn onto our street. Many of the houses are empty, and they look abandoned. Mom has big plans for Saint Lisbon, and most of them involve me. There are many things that I must do after I arrive home, and I need to. I lay my head on his chest and drifted off into a brief nap.When I woke up next, he had been watching me sleep. I protested against getting up. I am by no means a morning person! I'd be perfectly happy if the day started out at three in the afternoon instead of eight in the morning. However, my stomach growled, letting me know it was time to get up and eat. Dan heard my stomach growling and told me it was time to have breakfast. Then we'd walk to the mall. Today was more about getting to know. Lost in the visuals and the sound, the earpiece in his ear leaking loud enough for her to hear, he didn't notice her entrance. She watched with him and watched him stroke his thick hardness poking out of the fly of his cotton pajamas.Though a little sore--his deflowering had brought him places inside her never before invaded and his strokes had been vigorous—the brevity of the consummation lessened the soreness. His fingers inside and at the top of her pussy and kisses on her mouth at least. I desperately wanted a soda and something to snack on. I switched my computer of; headed for the kitchen and as I passed Samantha’s room I could hear Devon and her going at it! I paused for a second and just listened, thinking to myself “Damn he is a lucky bastard,” I continued to the kitchen, grabbed a soda and some pie and headed for the living room. I switched on the TV to break the silence in the room while I had my pie and soda. A few minutes later Samantha and Devon entered the living.