I use to visit his home often and we became very close. One day we went to movie with our friends and after the movie started he kept his legs on mine...and started to move his leg on my thighs. I felt awkward as I thought his as brother and I changed my place.After that, I didn’t speak to him for 1 week. Then his mom invited me for one temple festival so I went to his home. He asked sorry and I forgive him. The next day I went to his home and no one was there. He invited me and prepared lunch. She seemed to be the last woman in the world to be yanking and stroking his hot meat.“That’s it! Keep pulling on it, Freckles,” sighed Phil as he reached over and grabbed her head from behind and turned her face towards his groin, “Get a good look at my dick before I shove it up into you. You know that you’re going to get fucked, don’t you? You know that you are going to have to let me force my thick cock into one of your openings. Mouth, pussy or ass?”Katie pumped faster, “Just get fucking cum. " "But Mom, I want it!" Karen whined. "Okay honey, here, lie down. But let's do this right." Karen couldn't believe what was happening, but the little slut was incredibly turned on by this. We always knew that Mom was highly sexed (her shoebox of sex toys was no news to us), but that she was highly bi-sexed was incredible. s*s was the type of person who would try anything once and most things twice. Her philosophy (and mine) was that if it feels good, do it. If it feels real good, do it a lot.. Together we might be able to work something out – don’t worry, I’ll go home after; we don’t want the neighbours talking.” she giggled.“Oh!” She stopped in mid laugh. “Talking of nosy neighbours, have you asked Mrs Thingy across the road, you know, the single-handed neighbourhood watch woman? I’ll bet she saw something!”“No! Nicky you’re a genius. Sure you don’t mind coming home?”“Try and stop me!”I was filled with gratitude for the unselfish young woman. We returned home and I cooked us a.