Still no sound, and I'm just a teeny bit annoyed at all this, since I'm certainly keeping up my side of the conversation, cumming pretty hard and loud...and shit, but he just pours out his cream on the bushes. Period, nothing else, no commentary. So I asked if he needed a ride, which was when I found out he really was an actual mute, I mean he really couldn't fucking speak, at all. But he wrote a note on a scrap of paper and I felt just a little embarrassed that I was trying to get this k** to. You look unsure. I'll tell youwhat, I'll do the first one for you."Justin objected, but I insisted.I gathered a stocking onto my thumbs, then got to my knees in front ofhim. "Foot." I commanded. Justin extended his right foot and I slippedthe nylon onto his toes, checked it was aligned okay, then began tosmooth my way up, over the heel, ankle and calf with ease, then at theknee I began to slid my thumbs up the inside and outside of his thigh,pulling and stretching the stocking as gently as I. At the bottom of the stairs he realized he had a choice. If he turned left he would go down the short hallway to the family room where he could probably find, and fuck, his mom and grandma. If he turned right he would go around to another staircase that led down into the basement where the laundry room was located. The mere thought of the laundry room and his kinky Aunt Ashley made his pecker jump up and down of its own accord. "Allright right it is!" thought Steve to himself.He went down the. ..? " my heart started punding thinking Im getting a threesome! Then she continued "Cindy knows Grant and wanted to come over." My heart dropped but at least I was still gonna get fucked! He talked with her and hung up the phone looked at me and said with his naughty boy laugh "There on there way". About 30 minutes later a knock and the sound of the two of them laughing on the steps of the old trailer we lived in Grarnet answered the door and let them in. Donna walked in and gave me my smokes.