His father was in the kitchen during his observation and any mention of it, would have brought more attention... I whispered; ' Michael has a thing fo... his mother legs '.......... and he melted into seat.I walked into the kitchen when I noticed Keith was still engaged with the neighbor in conversation. A few minutes passed when Michael walked in and stood beside me. As I stood closer to him, I could feel his anxiousness. As I chatted to him I wrapped my arm around his waist, so warmly. His. He slowly took off his jeans revealing a hard, thick seven inch cock, already dripping pre-cum. James climbed on top of me parting my legs and stretching me open, rubbing his hard cock against my wet opening. I moaned while grinding myself against him, desperate to have him inside me. At that moment, I remembered we were not using a condom, nor was I on contraception. Instead of pushing James off, I dug my nails into his tight ass cheeks, and begged for him to fuck me harder. I needed him, like. I stroke him faster, gripping his cock firmer. He breathes faster, his legs stiffen, his hand is barely holding my cock and he cums, cums hard and far. His spunk hits the wall with a loud slap and then runs down the wet wall. A second shot nearly reaches the wall, landing on the far side of the bath. He slumps slightly, having to hold this side of the bath to steady himself. He’s breathing hard, it’s his fourth cum in about 90 minutes. I take this opportunity to kneel down and slide my head. The floors creaked, the walls creaked, and everything about the house creaked when the boiler ran. Chris's soft skin radiated warmth. I looked at the small alarm clock's red numbers, 12:06. For some reason every time I stayed at his house I woke up somewhere around midnight. My hair lay matted against my head from sweat and I wondered if Chris's mum had turned up the house's heat.Chris's mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing.