Seemingly, whatever went into it could never be found again, including my cell phone.I hurried inside the room while digging around in the black hole ...or the phone, planning to dump the purse's contents on the bed to give me a visual reference for my search, when the phone stopped ringing."Dad, most likely. Calling to check up on me," I said to Jason. "He'll call back." He'd also want to know why I hadn't answered his first call, what I was doing, where I was, and when I'd be home. I dreaded. "She got a call from social services and wanted to know what was going on. She said her husband Karl would help if you need him." Damn," Jason muttered and looked down. "What did Lola say to you?" That they got an anonymous tip about sexual abuse. I told her nothing happened but she kept after me. Then she made me show her where I slept and poked around my room." Carrie," Jason growled. "God damn it!" That's what I figured." I'm so sorry, Di." Jason looked in her eyes with a heavy sigh. She. . It's hard for me to be quiet in the midst of an orgasm. As Jason's fingers again pushed up my pussy and the palm of his hand pressed hard onto my clit, my cries got louder went on and on until I'd run out of air and I was left gasping as wave after wave of orgasm swept over me as his fingers continued to finger fuck me hard until I was begging Jason... 'Enough. Oh, God, Jason... I can't take much more... Stop. Oh, God, stop...' Jason did pull his hand from my panties but he didn't stop. I was. When he lifts her foot and presses it against his crotch she gasps a little. She begins the pressing and toe tickling as she had done at breakfast. Then she feels his foot in her crotch searching for her slit. His big toe finds it and runs up and down it, getting a thorough wetting.They both lean back against their respective couch arms and sigh deeply over this mutual, but so different, touching.They both try to continue reading but this foot play between them is arousing them both so much..