And I didn't stop. I kept abusing my poor sodden cunt until I couldn't stand the sensations anymore. I must have yelled or groaned or something, but I...don't remember. Outside my door there was not a sound. Nothing.Could they all have left? And then I noticed that the outside door opened and a couple of teenagers entered the room. They were quickly hushed to silence and I knew. Oh my god in heaven. They are all still there, waiting.The silence dragged and I knew I had to do something. I got up. Awesome! (Looking surprised)Me: (Shy) Thank you! (Smiled)She continued rubbing her clit at full speed for some more time. I held my dick again with my right hand and started stroking it. We both were lost in our pleasures. Her loud moans were so pleased to hear. This went on for few minutes. She stopped massaging her clit.Neha: I want to insert my fingers in with your permission, daddy! (Winked and smiled)The word ‘DADDY’ from her mouth turned me on, and I increased my stroking speed. And in. He'd remembered everything, she thought. She lit all five candles.Outside, Mike sat on the couch to watch some television. He heard Jennifer close the door to her room, then the click of the lock turning.In the candlelight, Jennifer watched Steve place the plastic bag over his head and fasten the ties over the plastic that was wrapped around his neck. She shifted her restless hands to her lap and watched Steve. Then as planned she asked him to undress slowly.Jennifer noticed, like her, that. The idea of a kid of my own is damned attractive. On the other hand, it’s also scary. Other people’s kids are fun, but they aren’t much of a responsibility.”“Scares you?” It had better. It damned-well scared her.“A little.”But he wanted it, scare him or not. He made no complaint when she came to bed for nearly a week in her nightie. When she woke one Friday morning and found that her tampon was dry, she planned carefully. She had no Saturday classes, so she could easily take the evening off..