There I was, hands braced against the sink, pushing my ass back at Pete and feeling the start of and orgasm when Ken turned away from the grill and st...rted walking toward the house. "Oh shit!" Pete and I said almost together as he pulled out of me, stuffed his cock back in his pants and moved to put some distance between us. I stood up and that allowed my skirt to drop and I was washing my hands in the sink when Ken walked in and went through the kitchen into the downstairs bathroom.I felt so. " I just told John that I was tired," said Dorothy. "He held me in his arms the whole night." She shook her head. "So Mary, how do you feel about what happened?" Lucky I guess," said Mary. "We got away with it. I thought for sure that we'd get caught and my life would be over." No I don't mean about that," said Dorothy. "How do you feel about what we did?" I was so drunk that I don't remember most of it," said Mary. "And what I do remember wasn't good. Some greasy smelly man that I don't even. The village being too small and most women being married, there was hardly a possibility plus they were too old, I thought. Aunt Helen was one of the possibility. She was a widow and hardly 35 or maximum 40. The only one young and attractive possibility in the village was Veronica, my sister. She was almost 3 years my senior and very clever to get some magazine or the newspapers from the village shop to copy the next outfits she would sow and even the hairdos’ or other beauty tips she would use. I can feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucks my penis. After a while I can feel me starting to cum. I have never had a girl make me cum before and I start to feel surges of pleasure every time her mouth goes over my dick until I cant take it anymore and cum into her mouth. She try to swallow it but can, her first time, so she spits it out and gags. She apologizes and I joke with her about it. Shortly after I leave.Over a week goes by and its hard to see her because her mother hates me..