.." Then she paused, considering. "...but I suppose a quick cup would be nice. I'm Erica." She offered her hand.I shook her hand but continued holding...it. I ushered her into my place and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga pants that I had noticed many times before.She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her lower lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now. Getting back to Mrs. Kennedy, she was one of those women in their late twenties that probably took two showers a day and were always trying on clothes to see what looked good for her disinterested husband. I had seen her husband a few times on the job, and he was always flirting with the whores down in the bad part of town and went to the bar after work to have a few before going home to his neglected wife.Mrs. Kennedy’s given name was Ava. I thought it was a classy name. The sort that you. He squeezed my bare breasts hard and fast. He was so rough today but I loved every bit of it. I wanted to get fucked so badly, I liked how rough he was. He squeezed my tits and sucked on my nipples. ‘Oh, Ty, please, oh. Oh, please fuck me. Ahh, yeah,’ I moaned as he was biting my breasts.He pulled my crotch to his and he rubbed himself firmly against my wet underwear. He started humping my pussy and his briefs were getting wet with his pre cum. He humped me hard as he stuck his tongue in my. "You're still leaking!" he whispered."Oops" she said. She stopped off in the bathroom while her brother went on to the kitchen.After supper, because Bobby didn't have any homework, they watched a movie together. There was no opportunity for either horny man to donate even more baby batter to their newly created sperm bank. Both men were a little on edge as a result. Brandy ignored them both. She was quite certain that her itch would get scratched tonight, and she could be patient and wait.Chuck.