I walked into my room and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. I came out to see that Lisa had slid her shorts on but had left the bra off. I said, "I g...ess I timed that wrong. I'm sorry."Her aunt, Vanessa said, "From what I saw you don't have anything to be sorry for. You have a little honey here and my niece at the door. We should be apologizing to you for interrupting." We were finished with round one and were hoping that Monica would join us for round two. I'm Britt, and this is my friend,. He's only... no, I'm still wearing it... yes, I know... okay..."There were a few undecipherable sounds, then something that sounded like a slap. Then another, then ten more in a steady rhythm. The next sound was of the bed frame squeaking as if someone was bouncing rapidly on it, followed by a strange mewing sound. If I hadn't known it was just mom and me in the house, I'd almost have thought she had someone in there with her. I was both repelled and aroused by the thought of my mother on her. What in heaven's name is the etiquette here ? The almost inevitable squirting of spunk all over the girl's or guy's face instead, as if the fuckee was quite incapable of bringing the fucker to total orgasm, just puts me off....I wouldn't mind if they got it right down the throat in the end but No, - they miss, the spunk isn't even pumped into him ot her through the alternative channel...What a waste !!And there's something else, - something our Great Porn Leaders should take to heart and try. So I was getting antsy for the big picture of the next year’s work to be presented to our advisory committee, and get their blessing so we could go ahead. A few of the modules were so basic that no committee decisions could change them, and I had worked on the planning for them whenever I had a few minutes. Others were more iffy, but I was thinking about them, too. In general things were going well, but I was feeling the pressure that came from a dozen different directions. One morning I was.