Okayhe was guffawing and I was giggling...and he kissed the top of my head.That was yet another thing he did that would never have happened if Iwas a ...oy, and yet I didn't feel all that bad about it. "Why don't yougo get yourself cleaned up and then come on downstairs for breakfast,I'm sure you're starving right now."As though he had given some kind of signal, my stomach protested itsemptiness rather loudly that briefly had us laughing again. "Themorning after the first change tends to use up a. Usual things. One Saturday afternoon I thought I was alone in the house. I'd seen Davey leave earlier and Paul was out mowing the lawn.I had my period and I sensed it was 'time for a change'. I was wearing loose shorts because it was warm. I neglected to close the door when I went into the bathroom. I dropped my shorts and panties and squatted there, sighing with relief as my stream poured out of me. I swiped at my crotch and gave the little blood-pinked string a tug. It resisted at first, but. My parents would really kill me if they saw what I was doing.I waited until her trunk opened then walked to her car picking up 2 bags. There were 6 total, which means I had to make 3 trips for the clothes then one more to close the trunk. I walked back up the drive way setting the bags on the porch, slowly walked back to her car for the next 2. I made the 3 trips, still wasn't sure if anyone saw me. Then I went back to close the trunk, waiting for her to say I could come back to the house.I. She moaned and pushed harder against me. I stroked my finger in and out. Then my middle finger joined in. Her legs spread wider. I bent my wrist a bit and got a better angle to finger fuck her. In and out. Sandra was breathing harder and gasping on each push. My thumb rubbed over and around her clit.She hollered, “Harder, faster!”I bent lower and thrust my fingers in and out of her at a furious pace. Her hips bucked and thrashed and with a mighty gasp, she came. I stroked in and out of her.