I can't bear this itch in my panties. It doesn't go away, no matter what I try to focus on.I squeeze my legs together tighter. My foot starts to giggl... up and down rhythmically. The friction stimulates my pussy, and waves of gratification flood through my body. I exhale as quietly as I possibly can, feeling my nipples harden in my tight little top.My foot pumps harder."Suzy!" he whispers sharply in my ear. "You're disturbing everyone. Stop it."My face burns in the darkness.His strong hand. She told my mom he could hook them up and asked if she wanted to buy her some too. My mother shuffled through her purse and pulled out her cash. I could see her doing the mental math, trying to decide what she could give up. Like most users, both she and my sister were also smokers and drinkers. These secondary vices weren’t as enjoyable as heroin, but were cheaper, more accessible and didn’t interfere with normal everyday life. Even though dope was preferred, deciding on a week’s worth of. I showered, still was sexually aroused, but realizing jacking off again would not help, I stayed nude, turning into bed. I had just drifted off, when Babbs quietly stripped down nude, slipping in next to me, making sure her life like tits were pressed up against my body, her nipples becoming hard, using them to rub back and forth on me, she took a good firm hold on my still hard cock, remembering what she had seen me do, she began to stroke me, slowly at first, then speeding up. She had watched. "Matt asks, "Was that the first or the second explosion we heard?"Inga answers...Two huge men who must work for Jennifer (from the way they talk) run up. One of them asks about the explosions so I inform them, "That was the second explosion and created the crater beside the gurney."The other one asks, "Well what the hell was the first explosion?"I look down, begin to cry and walk away from the group. It should have been me and not Byron who was killed in the first explosion. I hear Maria answer.