We talked about her car key, if the keys she had dropped were not under the car there was a spare set under the tag on the rear.If she was up to going...after her car I thought it a good idea.She needed something to wear other than my tee shirt. I remembered my daughter leaving some things in what had been her bed room before leaving home for college. I found Beth a pair of sweat pants and matching top. There was even a pair of old sandals she could wear.I realized those bastards might have. She hung up, and I grabbed her shopping bags and walked briskly to the back door. Inside, the house smelled of old cooking odors and the must of summers without air conditioning. I took a left into the hal, and found the narrow staircase at its end. I gently ascended and saw light from under one of the two doors fed by the upper landing. I twisted the knob and ducked inside with her bags of booty.What a scene. Inside, the room was imbued with Martha's scent. Her small bedchamber was. Kevin had his hand inside his pants, stroking himself.Jason turned around at the exact moment he heard Robbie grunting, and he saw what was going on. He jumped up, furiously exclaiming “what the fuck Robbie? Get the fuck off of her!” Robbie looked up at Jason with me still holding onto him with my legs, and responded “dude, she won’t let go of me.”Feeling his hard shaft rubbing against my swollen clitoris, I began rocking and bucking up against him. I told him tightly against me and began. ” Abby’s stomach flips, and she knows he’s right. Mat’s presence alone is making her hot, his dark hair, the shape of his mouth, his large body leaning on his elbows as his eyes devour her.They’re both surprised they make it through lunch without ripping each other’s clothes off. The entire forty-five-minute ride home, Abby teases Mat, as this is the only chance she’ll get. When there are no other cars around on the two-lane highway, she rubs the stiff cock in his pants, pulling it out and.