I suppose we're fortunate to even have the one child." Pity," I said, mounting and sliding slowly into her."Um," she groaned, wriggling, "Go easy ther...."I did but it was not long before we forgot the world including the others in the house and enjoyed each other fully. The second time was much longer-lasting but became equally enthusiastic toward the end, and I had to muffle her happy squeals with my mouth when she convulsed under me. We slept, warming each other, contented, and awoke early to. “Mommy, yes!” gasped my friend.I stood up, ripping my fingers out of Mrs. Alberts.“Oh, Mommy, I’m going to cum!” she moaned as I ripped off her sleeping mask. “Becky!” Her eyes widened. “Who’s eating my pussy?”“Ooh, you were such a naughty girl,” Mrs. Alberts moaned. “Mmm, but you taste delicious.”“Mom!” gasped my friend. Her body bucked. “Oh, Mommy, you’re eating my pussy. Yes!”I kissed Tonya as the pleasure burst across her face. My tongue thrust into her mouth as my tits pressed into hers.. I told Carla about him and was surprised when she started singing Woody's song, This Land is Your Land. She said they learned about him in school and they sang that song, but she really didn't like his music.I guess I wasn't surprised. He didn't have the best voice and his songs were about people struggling and the need for unions. She told me she listened to Christian Rock. When she said that I chuckled to myself but didn't respond.We stopped at a small restaurant outside of Okemah that had. Well, do you wanna stop by my house and find out how?, he asked. Um, where do you live? I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wanna come by? Like I said before, I had a really hard time making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasnt harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldnt get in trouble with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure Id go over to his place.