”“I’m almost done. I’ll be there in a minute.” I hurried to clean up the car washing material and put it away in the garage. I was wearing a...pair of shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn’t think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart started to beat more rapidly as I stared at. I matured. You’ll see, you’ll love it too, just go along... “And with this attire...” she smiled gently and turned around for him again “I look like a whore anyway.”Robert still had this hurt, ashamed look on his face.“You’ll see, you’ll love it.” She pushed him, “Look, I’m wet just thinking of it.”She laid her hand on her painful vagina and stuck some fingers in her ever wet hole. She forced a seductive smile on her face as she did so and held out her wet fingers to him.“Please Robert...”But. I did as he requested, and he immediately pressed up against me, this time my hands could feel his warm flesh as he pushed his penis into my open palms, I swallowed hard, as he grew within my limp grasp.'You like that Mariel'? He called me by my name, he was personalizing this session, wanting to hear my approval for what he was doing, 'You like this dont you Mariel', he moaned again and again.We were now engaged in a sexual act, an act for which I had no escape, or recourse, and to my shame I. M.Micheal leans back against the bathroom counter with her eyes closed, rubbing her belly as she takes long deep cleansing breaths. She looks down, "Not now ok guys?" she whispers and then smiles at the little kicks as they're response. A sharp pain surges threw her and she grips the edge of the counter so hard her fingers turn white from the intense grip. She breathes out a deep cleansing breath as the contraction passes.She wipes her sweating forehead with the back of her hand and steals a.