“I suppose I should say my name is Jackie. Will you be wanking with thoughts of me later?”I laughed a little myself at that, “I think you alread... know the answer.”“Still, I’d like to hear you say it,” her smile was a little bit more mischievous now.There was only one right answer, “Yes. the first chance I get.”“Maybe in the toilet?”This time I really did feel abashed, Jackie had guessed my thoughts exactly but I was too embarrassed to admit it to her.She smiled again, again not needing my. Mom's crack was barely visible, squished between the pulpy flesh of her upper cheeks. I leaned forward to lay my head on Mom's back again. Could I get my hands under her dress? Of course. Could I get away with it? Of course. Why else would she have pulled it out from underneath herself? I was hard again. Mom must be able to feel me. She must have felt me before, bulging against her ass, and definitely would have felt me humping against her, but this time it was unmistakably a hard cock poking. Tornadoes.’ As expected, she shuddered visibly, trembling with fear, her eyes widening with such prevalent, negative memories from her time living in Oklahoma. ‘Mint chocolate chip ice cream,’ I said, and she almost instantly calmed and stilled, a slight smile upon her face at hearing the name of her favorite flavor of ice cream. ‘Just sit still…’ I instructed her, and Crystal looked up at me a little nervously as my too-pale hands approached her. In retrospect, I suppose that it looked like. The fear of being heard or seen only hightened my senses and pleasure.Suddenly Kieth pulled out and rolled me over onto my back, and said "Look". I saw his cock twitch and spurt another big load over my sopping pussy, I had a massive orgasm when his cum splattered on my pussy.The clock on the sitting room wall read 3am, I had been fucked twice in almost two hours. I was so tried from the drinking and multipul orgasms, that I difted into a deep sleep. I felt Kieth rub my belly and pussy and.