“Come on, put it in!” I did not need to ask twice, he spread my legs and gently entered me. He felt long and thin inside me. Soon, he was vigorous...y riding me. Having come twice already, I needed time, but he had lots of stamina. After fifteen minutes of non-stop sex, it dawned on me: the cream! I came, and came again. He was still going strong. Getting frustrated at not being able to cum, actually - I could see it in his face. He was also getting tired. I came one more time, a glorious, all. There was an abandoned garage where the papers were delivered. There were about six newspaper men who came there to pick them up in their cars. It wasn't too far from the house so I could here them coming by the sound of the cars. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. I would leave the front door slightly ajar. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time. ..the guys that focused on me where clearly friends and knew each other and started talking with me but I could not understand and their English was very limited... They gave me sign to take of my skirt but I refused... Not that I did not wanted to take it of coz I was exited enough now to give them to see what they wanted to see but my brain said no, coz maybe C would not like that.. What I learned in last week and for sure this evening is that I like to be watched so that gives me a new. One night, before the evening temps got too brisk, I remember Carla and I had just made love when she suggested we go outside and join my mother in the back patio, and so we did. Carla wore one of my many black T-shirts that fit her like a daring mini-skirt. I stepped outside completely naked, as I had before in the summer, with my mother for company. Mom was out there already and the three of us sat around, Carla and Mother in lounge chairs, I on one of the patio benches near the wooden picnic.