God. I wished I could guarantee my father wouldn't turn around. I dearly wanted to lift Mom's dress and shove my cock back inside her panties.Oh, no. ...hat thought was a killer. My cock was stiffening, rising off my leg and bending up, against my pajamas, pushing them out. Quickly, I shuffled over to the kitchen table and sat down, pulling my chair in to hide myself. Mom noticed and did the same. I loved the surprised look on her face as my cum must have made its presence better known as her. ‘Allie Stevenson?’ I felt tongue-tied. Now I was in the office I had no idea what to say. ‘That’s what it says on the door. Who are you — and what do you want? ‘I’m — er — Jerry Jones.’ ‘And?’ she snapped. I lost my nerve. ‘I’m sorry, I made a mistake,’ I said hastily, turning away and reaching for the door handle. As I began to close the door she called out. ‘Wait!’ ‘Yes?’ I looked back nervously. ‘Jerry Jones?’ She was frowning now. ‘Who used to live in Grove Avenue?’ I stood holding the. Amy was face down on her bed, “I’m sorry Amy” Val said as she moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on Amy’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have joked about that”. Amy turned her head and looked up at Val and whimpered, “it was so wonderful Val, it couldn’t have been a mistake?”. “It wasn’t Amy”, Val said soothingly, “it wasn’t, I’m sure it wasn’t”. What was she sure of Val thought to herself? What did she know about the guy that screwed her roommate, nothing that’s. It was a kind of creepy ambience, to be honest, but by then I was also so horny, that even the dungeon-like quality of the guys basement didn't dampen my need for a good blow job; and he had said he gave great head---so there was!As I saw the blank, unpainted plywood panel with the glory hole prominently placed, I caught a glimpse of the other guy on the other side, but there was no way getting an accurate impression of what he looked like. That didn't really matter anyway. We were there for.