Once the door is closed I can’t hear what’s going on in the basement and no one in the basement could hear up stairs.I knew Sandra was going out t... one of her girlfriends for the night. Her best friend was having an all-girl sleep over. I didn’t have to worry about her walking in on me and the guys.I stood in front of the kitchen window looking out for Vincent and his friends. While I waited I couldn’t help pulling my skirt up and fingering my pussy. I stood looking out the kitchen window no. We haven't really talked."Amanda, who knew my reasons, gave me a look of sympathy. But Jared-who didn't-was just dumbfounded."I thought you guys were going out! In fact, it looked like you two were really falling for each other." I just shrugged. "C'mon, Mish, he's going through hell! And you tell me you guys haven't even talked?" I can't," I said."You can't?" Jared said. "You can't support your sick boyfriend. I thought you were a better person than that." WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?". I can’t explain it, but I do my hair and my make-up and I probably should be upset when you cum all over me, but it makes me feel so used I really get off on it!” Not that I needed proof, but mom had clearly cum as well as the inside of her thighs was glistened with her own fuck juice, so who was I to argue with that? She made no attempt to clean up my cum, and sat on the lounge as it gradually ran down her face and onto her tits. We chatted about this and that, enjoying each other’s company. You would play with it with your tongue.” Me: “And taste your juices.” Voice: “Sit on the edge of the bed so I can see your cock better. I am going to slide the steel in and out to the rhythm of your strokes.” Me: “Oh yes, do it for me.” As the moment took us, speech gave way to moans and cries. We stroked together for quite a time until a shriek from the telephone told me she had come. Voice: “Keep it going, keep it going”, she commanded, “I want to see your come. Take me, use me any way.