I waited for her to start again, staring at my cock as she did. Angie got herself going again real good. It was so incredibly hot to watch, her finger... rubbing and pinching and thrusting, soaked with her secretions, her juices glistening down her thighs, pooling beneath, a dark circle of moisture on her sheet. Oh, the slurpy sounds she was making, the lustfulness of her breaths, the sighs and quick moans, the throaty groans as she got closer and closer. Just the smell of my sister set off. As I sat down next to him, I slipped my panties under the table and onto his lap. I smiled at him and suggested with my eyes that he look down. He looked down and quickly looked back up at me again. His beautiful green eyes were wide with shock until a grin crept across his face, then a little laugh, and finally he sat there looking at me with slight astonishment (in a good way). All through our meal, he kept looking up at me and grinning. After we had finished our dinner, we left the. Now I am fingering myself. My husband is gone for a few days and I am all worked up. I just close the shade and try to put them out of my mind. I went to bed. I woke up the next day ready for anything. I cleaned the house and drank some coffee. Boring as usual. Without my husband here I was bored out of my skull. I ran upstairs to see what the neighbors were doing. She was there but he must have been at work. She was in jeans and a tee, nothing unsual. I watched to see what she was. After a few minutes of this she raised her head from the depths of my groin and kissing the tip of my cock whispered Dont want my milk boy to make an early delivery of his cream now, do we? Then it was as if something occurred to her, she sat up, shuffled round on the bed until she could look me in the eye and said When do you need to be home? About half nine I suppose I answered, trying to think what time it would be at this point, not wanting to give her too early a time. Mmmm, its just gone.