She doesn't move, I love it when she does this. I turn her back over and prop her up against the headboard, standing up carefully and sliding my cock ...nto her wide begging mouth. I take hold of her head, and begin pushing the tip of my cock into her throat, a wet popping sound as I pull it out and push it back in. Her eyess closed as her body shook with each one of my powerful thrusts. "Fuck baby...I'm going to cum..." I groan, as I pull my cock out, she falls back on to the bed. I give a small. I was begging for the use of the car, I wanted to go work on getting my girlfriends pants. Finally around eleven mom caved in. She said I could use the car, be home at one with one condition, that I take Lucy home to her house and make sure she gets in and safe before I go. Good, I can do that. Lucy is a neighbor, younger than my mom and she drinks too much. And when she drinks she flirts and this pisses off all the other ladies. Her husband is always gone. I heard them refer to Lucy as ‘Loose. We jockeyed keenly for position, verbally parrying and thrusting, in a charged conversational attempt to impress and amuse Her and gain Her favour. But eventually we gradually grew silent as by mutual consent. It was obvious to The Woman that both we men wanted her and were not willing to share. She had sat back and languorously appraised us both, Her beautiful, but alert eyes traveling from one to the other. A sly smile as She regarded us. A crossing of arms, and a very seductive crossing of. "You should go to thekitchen and get Jess's phone. We should find out who was calling her." Alrighty," Kylie said and stood up.Walking still caused Kylie a great deal of discomfort but this time she knewwhat to expect and made it to the kitchen and back without stumbling once.When she got back she held out the phone showing Stephen the message on thescreen: "You have one missed call." Stephen handed Kylie the walkabout phoneand took Jess's mobile. "You should try to call your folks," he said.