Unable to help myself, I spread my legs wider, and her fingers managed to push in all the way. My breathing quickened as if I was running a marathon, ...nd when my landlady withdrew her fingers almost completely, only to ram them back in so her hand made a splatting sound, a high-pitched sound escaped my throat. And again, and again. My whole body was soon shaking every time her fingers impaled me. She herself was breathing harder too, she was undoubtedly enjoying doing that to me. She twisted. Mom handed me her coat and turned around. I dutifully helped her get it on and she walked into the living room to say goodnight to Dad. I followed and leaned against the jamb in the kitchen doorway. I heard a car pull into our driveway.“Helen’s here,” I announced.Mom stepped to the door. “Don’t wait up, Gary. I’ll probably be a little late.”“Ok, dear. Have fun and say hi to Helen.”Mom opened the closet, kicked off her low-heeled pumps and slipped a pair of high-heels on, holding onto the closet. "It's a very nicely appointed and private area for Katie." he thought sipping at his glass. Katie come out with Melissa close behind her. She was wearing a terry-cloth robe and her famous smile. The robe parted slightly as she approached and sat across from Mark on the couch revealing even more of her shapely legs as she crossed them comfortably like she does in front of the cameras. "There now Mark, isn't this much more comfortable than the chilly studio"? "This is a very, very nice. As I tipped back my head and thought about how delicious it would be to get out my vibe and run it over my swollen clit, a gentle cough brought me to my senses. Opening my eyes, my across the aisle neighbour was studying his I pad a little too intensely. I got up to bring down my bag from the overhead shelf, using this opportunity to peek at what held his attention. On the screen, two naked ladies were writhing against one another. I stared for a moment, captivated by the image, then slid back.