Most would have a girlfriend for a month or two, but for the most part, we all hung out together, with Cindy being the sole female. We took advantage ...f that all we could. One of my friends in particular, David, was known to be sort of a horndog himself. He was always the guy who had a stack of Playboys and even hung up some of the centerfolds in his room. On days we were hanging out at his house, Cindy was always checking out the girls in the photos and making comments. I would always tell. Penney's and bought a button down the front blouse that had a scoop neckline.Her mother asked, "What's got into you?" Why?" You are so damned cheerful. I bet it's that man your seeing, that Mr. Monroe." Yes, Mom, it is Mr. Monroe." Glenda knew his first name was Adam, but he never suggested that she use it. That was okay, with the age difference she felt like she should call him Mr. Monroe."He is a very nice man. Don't lose him," her mother said. Glenda noticed how Mr. Monroe turned on the. "They heard you... masturbating." I thought about her saying that to me, over and over. "Masturbating ... masturbating ... masturbating. They heard you!"Why that made me so hot, I have no idea. But I had to shove my face into my pillow ... hard, when I came, so I wouldn't be heard again by my son, who was in his own room, 2 doors away. I was on my stomach by then, humping my fingers and moaning into the pillow. It was fucking awesome.A couple of days later I got a totally unexpected text. My lips run up and down the length of her pussy as I ravenously suck her pussy...licking and nibbling her clit. My hands roughly pushing her legs farther apart...Her muffled moans turn to gasps and then to muffled screams as I reach up to caress her breasts and pinch her sensitive hard nipples. Once again, Tracy feels the burning lust in her pussy as I hungrily suck her wet pussy. Her tits are on fire and she finds herself moving her pelvis in motion with my tongue as if she could somehow will.