Clara #6 became Clara #7, an embarrassed Clara, an overly shy Clara. A Bad Man would feel bad for this elaborate plot, and how he essentially tricked ...er into thinking you were a Desirable Man. A Bad Man would see the overly unsure Clara and realize he manipulated a girl from work to make her an easy target to fuck. Good thing The Mystery Man was a Good Man. He knew Clara had her own agency. Each Clara had their own agency. After all, she enjoyed herself, even though she didn’t know his plan,. .. SINGING!" she chuckled.Just as we were about to leave the kitchen she added, "Keep to your rooms to do any of that, OK?"Together we said, "OK, Mom."We went to go listen to music together in my room, turning on the radio. The song that came on was Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing."We'd heard it before, but listened closer—for singing purposes. We started to move to it as well."Oh, baby now let's get down tonightOoh baby, I'm hot just like an ovenI need some lovin'And baby, I can't hold it much. ” I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Marc was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself as I squatted deeper and deeper. I wanted his fingers to reach inside me as deep as they could. As my arousal grew, my movements became more pronounced. I was humping against his invading fingers with a violent rocking of my hips. “Oh, fuck…I’m going to cum…just like that, just like that…don't stop...oh fuck,” I. She and I knew that we were actually teaching Jacob how to get into Aunt Jenny's panties, if she was even wearing any. We'd see, and it probably wouldn't be much longer.I went into the kitchen to get the wine and bring their glasses. Mom wouldn't have cared if I had some too, but I didn't want any. I wanted to keep my mind on business.I started the music after I gave them their wine glasses and then I squeezed down to sit between them. They'd almost left me enough room, but I didn't mind that I.