Madeline asked her what they should do to finish preparing lunch andJenny told her that they just needed to put the garlic toast into theoven and bake...it for about ten minutes just before the soup wasfinished. Madeline suggested to her that she go into the dining room andsit down while she took care of it. She watched the woman walk silentlyinto the next room, pull one of the chairs away from the table and sitin it.Madeline looked over the soup that Jenny had made and dropped thetemperature a. But instead, I was the one who couldn’t keep my mind off of her. Too bad. Too late. I hadn’t talked to her in a year and she was probably long over me. Or was she? I was pretty depressed and lonely at this point, so I decided to actually browse one of the many dating website ads that I had encountered on my interwebular adventures. I found one to my liking, and joined it. I was on it for a little over a month before I realized I wasn’t getting any responses. My heart stopped. There she. You are now using two fingers on me, pushing them against my ass. The lube has done its work and your fingers slide in. I am still not sure what I think of this sensation. I feel my ass trying to grasp against you, the strong muscle doing its work. You continue to finger fuck my ass, obviously becoming more and more excited. You are muttering to yourself quietly, calling me your fuck toy, your ass bitch. I love the knowledge that you are enjoying it so much. You pull your fingers out and I know. He had the same devilish grin on his face that his father has displayed countless times and to my surprise, his shorts were pulled down below his hips and his cock was in his hand as he stroked it. I wasn’t sure what to do at first, then I quietly asked, “You enjoying the show?” Owen nodded silently. I decided to entertain him a bit more so I slid my cock back into Erin and started to fuck her slowly. Owen resumed stroking himself. I whispered again, “you want to get a closer look?” Owen nodded.