Maybe I should knock and at least startle him a little…let him know I know he’s been in there forever and a day. Maybe I should even be direct…...ell him to quite jerking it and get out of there. “No,” she sighed. It was her nephew…not her own son, and she didn’t want to give the boy a complex over it. All boys did it and she knew eventually her own two morons would be at it as well. “Great…three dicks shooting off and none for me,” she groaned under her breath…then squinted her face when she. I mean, it's their house; people live the way they want. Of course, with pizzas, you don't have to hang around and wait for them to sign. I could just leave the pizza on the porch or somthin' and wait for the people to transfer the payment. Well, here we are."At Bogswamp's that is. I parked the jeep in an employee parking spot that was visible from the street, and then carried all the signed paperwork inside. Courtney clocked out from the parking lot and jumped in her car to go home. Her car. An Adam with a whole world to populate. Her abdomen clenched. Her scalp tingled. She reapplied lip gloss, picturing herself in the Barbie Dream House, in the Garden of Eden. She wandered restlessly, nudging throw pillows, bending ostentatiously from the waist to straighten a rug, pretending she was doing something other than waiting for her man to come home and fuck her brains out. Maybe a shower. She smiled wickedly and wandered into the bathroom. Nothing like a shower for such a dirty girl.. My hands were uncontrollably roaming there. On her thighs. On her legs. On her panty. And she was dying of all the shyness in the world but was allowing me to. I said ‘marvelous. Tum bahut sundar ho neetu’. She said ‘aapki hoon, jaisi bhi hoon’. I was busy now getting rid of my kurta and pyjama. I used to wear a vest and an underwear. The bulge there, looking at it she smiled and looked at me. I teased her, yeh aapke liye hai neetu. Lo, apne haathon mein lelo isko. Her hand was rubbing me on.