Mom sent me up to my room to do the rest of my homework before bed, but I’d not had sex in over a week and my cunt was on fire. I couldn’t concen...rate or think of anything put when the next time Ed and I would be alone together, and dreaming of feeling his warm love filling my womb.I was already rubbing my pussy through my clothes when Mom called up the stairs that she had to go out for a few hours to see a friend of hers and that she’d be back before midnight. I looked at the clock and saw. " She seemed truly terrified that her dad would find out.Let me think about it." I said. She did seem sincere in her promise to never do it again. I could also warn Marge, which should keep her out of the Hazelwood anyway ... I decided what I needed to do was to tell Marge right then and get Julie out of the house immediately. Marge would just have to suffer with being one short for the evening.When I opened the lounge door to go find Marge, what I found was a thug. He didn't even smile when he. She came to the bed and looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read in the dim light.As she watched, I went through another apnea episode, with the resulting woody as before. There was enough light to see her eyes get bigger and bigger and to see her hands steal toward her crotch. She appeared to be fighting the urge to rub that thing, but was losing the battle. A few times her hand seemed to want to reach out and touch the woody, but so far she had won that one.Apparently, it wasn't. Towing Lucien by the hand, Vera pushed through the press of people and out of the bar. In the parking lot Vera gasped in great lung-fulls of air. The hot night seeming suddenly refreshing after the stagnant air of the bar. Insects buzzed around the yellow globes of the streetlights and the three quarter moon cast cool shadows under the nighttime trees. They walked slowly to Lucien’s truck, holding hands. Vera’s blood was up from the dancing. She didn’t want this night to end yet. She stopped by.