I started to match her rhythm but she told me to stay still and that she would do all the work in her own time as she didn’t want it to end too quic...ly. I was happy to oblige and lay there listening to the sounds of Marlene and Chantelle masturbating and Dannielle moaning softly to herself.I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me, it was every man’s dream!After about five minutes of her rocking back and forth she was extremely wet and I could tell that she wanted to change up a peg and. She recognized Carol even in the dim light, walked up to her and immediately launched into a monologue about the movie she’d just seen. It was fortunate that Carol didn’t have to do much more than nod periodically, as I—the stranger sitting unacknowledged at her side, staring straight ahead and apparently lost in my own thoughts—was now fondling her behind through her panties, my arm hidden from view behind her. I couldn’t see her face, of course, but I was sure it had turned a deep red. This. I peeled the bedsheet off of my body and, without my glasses, made my way to the kitchen window to see what the hell was going on.Through the window I could see the offending party, a car parked parallel to the chain link fence. In half-sleep I could make out a motion through the car window, kind of a blur, as if someone were waving something around inside. At this point I was still in a fog: feeling confused, almost dreaming, still pissed about the loud music but curious as to what the hell. "You've seen me before. You didn't like it?" She was silent. "I've changed clothes around you a million times. I've still got my underwear on." I pushed back from the desk and stood. "See?"I realized that my tight white briefs were doing a poor job of hiding the bulge of my growing erection. Mom was just watching with a slightly panicked look on her face. "By now," I added quietly, "You've even seen me nude, ... and, ... excited, so what's the big deal?"I just stood there. She just watched. I.