Ashley had a soft voice I couldn’t always hear. After a nice dinner (meatloaf using a recipe from a TV show, Bitchin Kitchen), they went into his ro...m to “do homework”. After changing into a sweatshirt (no bra! thank heavens for small boobs) and pajama bottoms, I did the dishes and settled in front of the TV. I had watched one Food Channel show and was clicking through the guide when I heard Ashley yelling from Chad’s bedroom. “Stop it! Don’t!” she cried out. I jumped from the sofa and knocked. When I was inside past the second knuckle, the progress stopped, the tightness not allowing further penetration. I waited, knowing that it was a reflex action of contraction. Gradually the muscle relaxed and I was able to push in a little further. My hands are small and this was not an extreme damaging action, it only required patient steady pressure. Slowly my hand gained entrance up to the larger diameter of the knuckles. I waited, then reached up with my left hand and grabbed her shoulder. She didn’t get mad at us for watching a woman go topless… she watched with us. When the woman finally went inside her house, Krys didn’t say a word about it… like it was natural for three kids to spy on naked women. Incidents like this led us to believe she might be gay. We had all seen her checking out at least a few girls with us, so we knew there was a definite attraction. But she regularly dated guys. She admitted losing her virginity to a guy we all knew. I was the one lucky enough to take. Not having any hair on my legs it was quite easy to pretend it was my own mother there, laying in the same position she was hours ago. Popping the dildo back into my mouth I envisioned my own mother sitting there, squirming with ecstasy as she imagined it was a real cock being shoved into her mouth. I moaned a little, having watched enough porn to know that's what women do (at least for show) when they are aroused. I reached around for the little vibrating panties and after a while found it and.