An idea crossing mymind, I wet my hair a little bit to make it darker and less curly. I'mpressing my lips together as much as I can and I'm trying to ...magine thatI'm not wearing this stupid makeup. It took me a second or two tounderstand. I press my hands to my face - the gesture I was doing more andmore often this days. I'm crying, yet when I force myself to look at themirror again I also start to smile. I'm looking like my mother. I hate myface and I love it.I'm worrying how much my body is. I had a solution.“Tiffany? What are you--” Gwendolyn shut up as I wiggled off the bed behind her. Matthew must have sped up again, I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it. I wasn’t quite so envious as trepidatious. Raena flinched, well her legs kicked funny, when Matthew speared her. I wrapped my arms around Gwendolyn’s stomach and settled my chin on her shoulder. She felt firm, exercised, yet really soft. I had to stand off the side of the bed to watch over her shoulder. She was shaking under my. Did you cum as loud as Pam just did?”“GET OUT,” Carol shouted, “YOU ARE A FUCKING CREEP!” And she picked up a pillow and threw it at me. This was my first time getting caught watching them have sex but I had decided in advance that my best defense was a good offense.“Well I guess since I am not wanted I will just leave and perhaps we can discuss this with Mom at dinner tonight, maybe you will have calmed down a bit. Do you always get so upset after you have sex?”I knew she was angry but then I. She moves back, her arse lands directly on his erect cock. It twitches. He wonders if she felt it.She moves herself forward towards the wall and leans further over the tray at the top of the ladder. This puts her arse further backwards, towards him even more and this time, when she moves back, her arse lands firmly on his dick. The way it would if he was inside her. Taking her from behind. Pounding her.She stops.He panics slightly but neither of them speaks.She moves off him and acts as though.