. and she was speaking to me as if I were her boyfriend. I had to admit that for the first time in ages, just the thought of a woman had me excited in...my pants.It wasn’t that I hadn’t been laid in a long time, it was Saturday and I had spent Monday to Thursday nights with Sara, who I guess I can describe as a girlfriend of sorts, but we have no ties. I may not hear from her for a week or two, and then she calls and we spend anywhere from a night to a week together. When she does we share any. I raised my eyebrows and she nodded. "I heard you," he grumbled. I quickly and quietly stripped down to my boxers. She slid the laptop down the desk toward me. When she was happy with its position, she was able to watch it and me at the same time. "Do I have to beg?" he asked as he sat back down. "I'm dying to know." "I bet you’re not dying," she teased. "Show me your cock." She was looking directly at me as she said it. "Show me," she repeated. Her husband groaned, and we could hear the sounds. " No." She squeaked a little. "Wait a second, you haven't even mentioned my breasts! Don't you like them?" Oohh, yes. They're perfect. And your legs seem to go up forever. And your ears, like an elfin girl. And your skin, so white, so creamy, so soft, and those light freckles." And then I put my arms around her and pulled her back to me. I kissed the back of her neck and she melted into my arms. Unbelievable.Things like this do not happen to me."I like you. I don't even know your name, but you. And then she came. Not loudly, not thrashing, not over the top but rather a grinding, softly pumping one, her hips moving slightly, her thighs clenching and relaxing. She heard herself grunting softly, felt her pussy soak in her panties, felt her thighs trembling, felt the heat of her calf and foot against Kevin’s hands. When she opened her eyes, Kevin’s were staring, wide, into hers. She smiled as her orgasm abated and the tensed muscles in her thighs and calf relaxed.“Does…does your mom have.