It was six fifteen, and dinner was being served at seven. I told her I hadn't eaten yet, and she asked me if I couldn't skip a meal to be with her. I ...ent into the kitchen and had Gerta make me a cold cut sandwich. We were having roast beef, and I asked her to please save a plate for me. I told her I'd be back home around ten o'clock or so.Em and I had 'worry sex'. Whenever she worried about me leaving her for someone else, she became more passionate for some reason. It wasn't better for me. About ten feet away from him, she turned abruptly to face the shelves and stopped, staring without seeing, trying to understand her own nerve endings. She already knew she was sexy, really she did - why did the way he looked at her in public make her weak?His footsteps stopped right behind her, and for a moment there was nothing for her nerves to do except to know he was close. His right arm reached past her right shoulder, to touch the colorful merchandise on the shelf; he'd found the. I can feel your muscles inside clamp down on my finger as I move it deeper inside. As I do, you take in a deep, slow, shaky breath then let out a low moan. I move my finger slowly in and out as you move harder and faster. As my finger is moving I start to lick your clit again. Feeling this, your eyes roll back and you let out an "O-oohhhh my gawd".This drives you crazy and then I pull my finger out and luck your juice off then I lick a second finger and slowly slide them in. I curl my fingers. " He turns to Mom."Right?"Mom giggles and steps quickly up the stairs as Larry gives chase. Her hemrides up and her breasts bounce as she goes. I watch her move. Larrydoesn't notice. I don't like when they're feeling overly amorous likethis. I wait until their bedroom door is closed and head to my own roomand my noise-cancelling headphones.I'm sure something's going on with Mom and Larry.And I'm here in diapers as it's happening. I almost feel like peeking.That's just wrong. I don't want to see.