I lay there stunned but I didn't stop fingering myself. In fact, I loosened my jeans, put another finger inside, and leaned back pulling my feet up an... masturbated myself to a wonderful, hot orgasm; dreaming it was my dad fingering me.I pulled my pants back together and went downstairs and asked Mom if I could talk to her. She looked a bit funny but said sure and we sat at the kitchen table, the one that held her just hours before as my brother fucked her."What is it, sweetheart?" Well, I don't. Becky, the poor girl in the restraints, and the only girl without permission to cum – is the first to. With the whimpers and moans rising in volume, her cum leaks out of pussy as her hips squirm against the powerful vibrations. Her moans are also affecting Megan – her clit has swollen up and escaped its hooded shelter, a prime target for Becky’s tongue and mouth. Megan slowly feels her knees weaken, her hips rocking slightly as she pushes her slit towards her mouth; feeling the first climax. She came over to me and slid my pants down. I remember moving to help her, as my boner was making it a bit tricky. She then moved on top of me, one leg on each side of me, and brought my penis into her wet vagina. I was kinda nervous because I knew it was wrong, but hormones took over and I pulled her down and we got into a steady beat. The bed started making noises and I got nervous and said we should be quieter. She said that she wanted me to be on top. I told her I didn’t think that we. I was toying with the idea of hoping in the shower, but I had another couple of hours before I had to get ready for the afternoon shift. I started to get ready for a run when the phone rang. It was Joan and she was on a break at her job and wanted to shoot the shit. She eventually got around to asking why I wasn’t currently dating anyone. She thought with the big motorcycle I was riding, I’d have girls lined up for dates. I told explained that I had high quality control standards and that it.