She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy."MMMmmmm," my voice came ...ithout my consent. When I'd watched porn movies in the past I'd assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don't scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Charlene smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed. The whole thing was held together with wooden pins instead of nails orscrews."Son, where did you get all of that material from?" asked Donnie. "Howdid you get it there without anyone seeing it?" Veeda helped," he said with a blush. "Plus there was a lot left overfrom building the treehouse dorms at both Academies."Then I remembered, three weeks ago, Longreach had parked his truck atthe end of the street. It had been backed in, right up next to the treeline. I remembered that a lot of the lumber. I could still feel it pulsing in my pussy as my orgasm started to fade. My body tingled from the adrenalin as he slowly moved his cock in and out until it slipped out. I instantly felt empty inside. I layed there splayed on my couch as I watched him get dressed again. I didn't even bother dressing as I walked with him to the door. I told him to send over his friends with any of them needed a "counseling" session or just wanted to hang out by the pool. He told me that he would pass the word. Nat. I considered putting on street-legal clothes in case my date never showed up – I would be ready to drive to the arcades and start a hot night of strange cock…but stopped myself and waited in the chair, fully enjoying the look of me in bra, garters, corset, panties, stockings and heels. Hot. About five minutes later my week took a life-changing turn into the sexually surreal. There was a knock at my door. I went to the window and peered out to see a maintenance worker’s overalls. My heart.