By this time I'd calmed down and was crapping myself that when her shock was over she'd tell dad, who divorced or not would beat the living shit out o... me. So bluffed out of desperation, "I'm sick of this, I'm going to live with dad and I'm going to tell him all about what you've been doing, about how you come into my room to perve, how you accidently on purpose leave doors unlocked so that I can see you naked, and how I have to listen to you everynight talking dirty about what you'd like me to. St the game & went over to join them."Oh hi Sindy. This is.. .sorry what did you say, Ellen? Helen? Helen. This is Helen. Helen this is Sindy." I smiled with as much warmth as I could manage and joined in the conversation. Helen was a good bit older than us, probably somewhere North of 40. She had slightly greying hair, pulled back into a pony tail, and was wearing a cheap tigerprint blouse over a large, soft, mature womanly figure, not exactly fat but carrying enough pounds that her every time. We didn’t speak. We both knew that she would have to go home soon. Back to her dull life. I suppose I was feeling superior. She had boosted my ego into the stratosphere.“What time do you have to get home” I said. She smiled. “Well my darling, I am going to finish my coffee, you are going to take me to bed and fuck me doggy again, I am going to shower and then go home. It sounded like a plan. “But first” she added “we have to talk”. I sensed danger or disappointment. Was this the last time?. Jake and I looked at Susanna, right between her legs. Her pussy was open now and looked really wet. Her clitoris was showing and we could definitely see the entrance to her vagina. Jake said ‘You look so pretty there, and a little bit wet’. Susanna said ‘I probably am wet. I feel like I am. I can’t believe how naughty I am being today. I’m never, ever like this, but the two of you have got me really excited. I think it was your showing me that magazine picture where I’m, well, you know, showing.