’ The way he said it made my heart flutter. This was emphasized like they’d talked about me before, like I was his, which I was but the fact he pr...nounced it like that made me feel substantially better. ‘Dillon this is Molly Graves. Her dad is Alan, you know, my contractor,’ I nodded like I knew even though I had no idea, ‘ and she’s helping me out with some things around the house.’ Molly gave me a low wave of her hand and I smiled at her. A smile that was trusting and friendly. No way she saw. I don't think your hands are between your legs to stop me from seeing your pussy. I think naughty Nessa is playing with herself again. Let me count your fingers. Thumb, two, three, four, five. One hand. Lift it off. Second hand. Thumb, two, three, four. Where is Nessa's other finger." "In her pussy, diddling with her clit," she confessed spreading her legs wide apart. "Mind if I finish myself off while we catch our breath." "You know I can never get enough of watching you play with yourself," I. “Don’t baby,” Christy whispered, “please don’t.”“Sorry, baby.”“I am still in shock that he made me show you my bra last night.”“Did that make you feel uncomfortable, baby?” I asked.“Please don’t be mad at me, but it did,” Christy replied,” I know that is bad of me, but it did.”“I understand baby, I am not mad at you, it felt strange for me as well,” I smiled, “I know that you don’t want me to see you like that.”“I don’t baby, I’m sorry but I don’t. If we are no longer having sex, then I don’t. ” She said, “Come on, dinner will be ready soon, Maybe you need help?” With that she moved her hand up to slide her fingers under the pillow and took a firm grip around my shaft. “If you don’t let me watch I’ll scream for mom and dad.” She began squeezing the base of my cock almost in rhythm to my pounding heart and her squeezing was making me really hard again. I could feel her hand flexing around my cock and my hands could feel it flexing beneath the pillow. The memory of that double.