Was she talking to me or him? I like the way you look at me. It makes me want to cum. She had to be talking to me, because the guy was busy fucking he... as fast as he could. I took a chance and stood up , letting mom watch me stroke my dick. Oh yes baby, do it for me. Make it cum for me. The guy must have thought she was talking to him because he let go his load deep inside of my mother. I think mom came too. That made me start to cum. I blasted my cum all over the window as mom looked on. She. "She patted the cushion beside her.'What the hell,' Alan thought; 'did it matter'?Alan wasted no time stripping naked and although it felt a little strangebeing naked in this stranger's house he was keen to get to know Carlottamore intimately. Carlotta made no attempt to take off any of herclothing and neither did he want her to. Alan wasn?t stupid. He knewthat her tits were fake and whilst he was intrigued by her, he hadintention of investigating what she might have in the front of. Now go back to work and remember what I said."I returned to my job that day and worked in the restaurant off and on all through high school and college. I never gossiped about the customers but I saw way too much cheating for someone my age. After I got older and began bussing the bar area I watched as groups of men or groups of women came in on a boy's or girl's night out. I watched as the ones I knew were married did things I knew wouldn't pass the spouse test. I learned. Perhaps I learned. It was cold, but I liked that feeling. Hard and cold. Mmmmmm. I reached and barely turned it on with my left hand, while holding it with my right. After it was on, my left hand returned to feeling my soft skin and taking turns from one nipple to pinching and pulling. At first, I just rubbed the vibe on the outside, barely grazing my clit from time to time. I found a nice rhythmic motion from my clit to my opening. I thrust it in a few times, covering it in my wetness. It was very tight, which.