She thought about that. What had made her own home tense? Was it the constant lectures about the dangers of life? Was it that she didn’t remember an... soft talking? She remembered how whenever the TV had been on, there had been no talking allowed. Especially during Perry Mason. Even if she had a question about homework, her mother would wave her hand, without breaking eye contact with the television, and go, “SHHHH!”Paula realized she had been napping when her head jerked up. Mirriam was reading. Neither seemed to know if they should just fall on the floor right there and fuck like two animals in heat, or go more slowly. It had been months since they had seen one another. Again Brandi brushed the weal with her fingers. She drew Laura's head down and kissed it."What happened?" she asked again."Jealous husband," Laura smiled softly, embarrassed.Brandi's eyes were smoky with lust and affection and tenderness for Laura. "I'm not surprised," she said. "God, my fiance would kill me if he knew. " I responded with another Ho, Ho, Ho, then quickly asked her for her size. Her mouth fell open in surprise. "But you have to model whatever I give you," I followed-up. "I want to make sure it fits." "Santa!" she scolded me with a grin while the others were having a good time watching and listening outside. She got up off my lap and grabbed her cup before she walked back outside just as my cock reached about half-mast. She looked back as she slipped out of the door to see me checking out her. Your pussy is dripping. I want to lick it. Please let me lick it.” “No Glen.” I then kept playing with my wand. My pussy was soaking wet. I ran down stairs to my freezer and pulled out a glass vibrator. I then ran back up the stairs. I stood against the wall and lifted my leg and put my leg on the bed. I started fucking myself with the vibrator. It was so cold and it felt so good in my warm pussy. “Oh baby, you’re so hot. May I fuck you with the vibrator?” “You can. Here take it and slide.