." Mom cried as my finger pierced her slit and rubbed over her hard little clit."Oh, Tucker, this is wrong. You're not supposed to be touching me like...this... Oh... It's wrong fffor you to... be... Ahhh. Doing!!"I ignored her plea and raced my finger over her clit, causing her hips to lift upward while her hand fell away from my shaft."That's it, mom. Cum for me. Let me help you cum!" Oh, Tucker!!" She whined while stabbing her fingers deeper into her pussy, but just before she orgasmed, I slid. ” I should be offended that you kept me as long as you did but the sound of your voice is still music to my ears. You’re leaning against the frame of the door; the silk of your slip conformed to your body with the same stickiness that’s keeping my wifebeater clinging to mine. I follow your hips as you move the short distance toward me. You place your knee between my legs on the chair and I willingly let you have the beer that remains in that bottle. You don’t drink it right away though. I watch. "Opps! Don't worry Cindy. I've never laid a hand on Kevin. He just got an eyeful of Bailey and me one time." Oh." Cindy relaxed a bit, "How'd that happen?" Right after the boys got back. I couldn't wait to get my man home, so I sort of went down on him in the car." She just about caused us to crash," Bailey added.Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, "You didn't seem to mind at the time." No. If I remember correctly, I was enjoying every moment. It was poor Kevin in the back seat who was nervous for. Had to. Scores used to be posted by hand. Then mechanically. Of course it’s all digital now.”“Like the train board in Grand Central Terminal.” Chip wasn’t the only board-literate one on that pitcher’s mound.On the drive back to the Wrigley, it was like Walker was on a sugar high. He couldn’t stop babbling about the insider tour Chip had given us. Then he got that innocent-imp look on his face and pulled open the left side of my blazer. Tweaked a bare nipple with his index finger.“Chip was sure.