“Thinking about you watching us; it’s kind of hot. What did you do?”“Christ almighty, what do you think? I just put my hand inside my bikini a...d rubbed myself. You do know what girls do, don’t you?” I probably sounded a bit cross, but I wasn’t - just a bit surprised at the way the conversation was going. Suddenly I felt as if I was on the defensive.Whap, whap, whap.“Did you put your fingers inside yourself?”“Yes, if you really want to know. Jesus, you’re really getting turned on by this, aren’t. I took his extended hand and shook it.“Herman, it’s a pleasure.”“Why are you standing here, let us get you a table!”“There is no table available.” That was the maître d’. “He claims to have made an online reservation.” The world ‘online’ was stressed to indicate it should be scrapped off a shoe and put into the rubbish bin instantly.“No, I said I made arrangements. I emailed Helene and she said to come on down.”Herman threw his hands up. “Then it is settled!”“There are no tables!”“Phaw, he can. Her finger slid to the right of my shaft and then go under my beef rod to the left of my shaft, finally moving over it in full circle and making sure it was fitting nice. Mom repeated this action at least 3 or 4 times and then said, “Yes, nice smooth fitting for sure”. She grinned cheek to cheek with open eyes but quickly went back into her own bliss with closed eyes. I had no reason to interrupt her ecstasy and only sufficed to grind my balls on her warm well sealed opening; giving her full. Mark’s temples pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “Did he force her?”“No,” I whispered. “She wanted to be with him.”“What the hell?” His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Didn’t she talk to you about it first?”I shook my head as another sob pushed out of the empty hole in my heart. “I hate her,” I growled.“Oh, Squirt, this is what I was worried about. You guys are too young to be gettin’ into all this. Sex makes things so much harder.”“She was my girlfriend! My best friend!” I started getting mad.