I don't remember what I was fantasizing about, but in any case, just as I started to orgasm the door opens and it's his mom. Holy shit. I went from or...asmic pleasure to being mortified in an instant. But thing was, the very moment she opened the door I had literally just began to ejaculate. I stopped stroking, not knowing what to do or if I was in trouble or if she'd tell my folks - all the stuff that would go through a youngsters mind in this situation, but problem was I kept ejaculating. Leaving the coffee machine to brew, I took a seat next to Carol, who was browsing the web on her phone. As the machine rang, I got up, took my cup, and made my way back to take a seat. We both started looking at each other as we drank out cups of coffee. I decided to break that awkward silence by opening up with a random conversation."This coffee tastes great. Belgian?" I asked."African." She said. "Dad got it from his last trip to Africa." Awesome. I hear it's nice over there." I said."You. After feeling her fiddle on the top of hishead for a few moments, Peter saw Emily smile as she said, "All done."Peter lifted his head up and turned back towards his mirror. He lookedat Emily and said, "Do you think that I'll make Claire eat her words?" What did she say again?" You don't remember?" Humor me, Mademoiselle," Emily retorted with a grin."I noted that she stumbled a bit in her heels, and she said that Ishould try wearing them if I thought it was so easy." I think she'll be surprised. V. which I love, just seem now I always get a tingle when shes close.Well one day we stayed late after class to finish up some moves and then decided to grab a quick shower, the minute I saw amanda in the shower the soap and bubbles sliding over her body I almost lost it, I have to turn away so not to stare, the minute she finished and was going to get dresses I couldn't help myself I pushed my fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy as the water washed over me and finger fucked myself hard.