I pushed it up, lifting the latch, and the door swung inward. The noise or movement brought her out of her trance. She let out a sound that was more...of a gasp than a scream as she turned and tried to push the door shut. I leaned in and shoved her back against the toilet with the door. "What are you doing!" She sort of yelped at me. The door was still partially between us pinning her against the toilet. I let up the pressure on the door for a second and pulled her out of the way by the arm. She stays moaning with pleasure, mouth wide open as her head arches back.The swelling feeling grows so immensely that it spreads all over me.Then, I feel a jolt in my rectum. That pulse between my rectum and shaft throbs so hard one final time as my tingling electrifies my hips, butt, my balls, the head of my dick and shaft. I thrust myself deep in her as I feel my cum jet from inside me and into her pussy.We must both feel each other throb as she seemed to catch a second orgasm and I continued. Looked at the pale skin of her leg in the firelight. Just that, and perhaps the fact that she was lying right against him, was enough to make his willy get stiff again. He reached to squeeze it through his pants.Becky saw where his hand was."Are you stiff again?" she whispered into his ear.He nodded."Are you going to squeeze it again?" I wish I could," he whispered back. "I'm telling you, Becky, that felt really good today."She lay there, watching his hand squeeze and let go. She put her lips. “There really isn’t much she can do.”I hung up my jacket and walked straight to my dad’s office, shutting the door behind me.“Well, Mom, are you happy? You made yourself look like a fool to the other people in the apartment building and, more importantly, to Joyce.”“Do not speak to me that way, Stephen!”“Dad, did she give you the full story? About how she was pounding on doors and screaming at people? How she called Larry’s cousin, the granddaughter of my boss, a slut? How she insisted that we.