I yell through the closed bathroom door, “What the hell? Who is it??” “Uuuuuh, its Dalton. You weren’t answering your phone so I let myself i.... Sorry was this a bad time?” I could tell he was smiling. “Just don’t scare me like that. Jesus.” I heard him walk to the living room. Patting myself dry, I bumped my swollen clit, which was screaming for attention. Ignoring it, I put on a red lace bra, and matching panties. Putting on the rest of my clothes, I walked out into the living room. Dalton. By this time, Mel was moaning loudly and thrashing her head back and forth on his pillow. Jon applied firm pressure to her g-spot with his fingers and sucked her clit with his lips. Mel's moans changed to grunts as she bucked her hips rapidly up and down, trying to steady herself on Jon's head by grabbing at his short hair. Her grunts increased in pitch, volume, and speed, until Mel was making a series of loud, staccato screams. Suddenly, her body went rigid, she held her breath, and girl-cum. Instead he slowly approached her, surprising her when he pulled her close. She squeaked just a second before his hand clasped over her mouth. He turned her around in his arms, lifted her and let her lips crash into his as her legs wrapped around his waist. The feel of her lace panties under his hands propelled his need to feel her bare skin. His fingers moved quickly pulled them down under her tight butt. They kissed as he walked her to the work bench. He sat her down on the rough wooden. I looked up and saw Lauren standing there laughing. “Come on, me need to go through the garage to get to the mud room.” After we went in the mud room, Lauren told me to strip so the clothes could be air dried. The dryer was broken at the time. Lauren handed me a towel, smiled and said, “Is that from the cold, or is your dick always that small?” I just stood there with a straight face and said “funny.” Lauren laughed as I wrapped the towel around me. We sat on the couch to watch some TV, Lauren.