In a couple of days she is going to be having sex with some guy she doesn't even know. She couldn't believe how wet she is becoming.Thursday finally c...me for Mary. She drove towards Liz's house with her outfit in the back seat of the car. Liz called her in the morning and told her to change over at her house.Mary's nerves have not quieted down at all since Tuesday after leaving Liz's house. She is still feeling very hot. She spent the whole day on Wednesday masturbating with thoughts of what is. I didn't answer Mia, opting to shrug instead.A part of me felt like we should leave. I was more than a little embarrassed watching our parents. They didn't expect us for at least another hour, hour and a half. This was something that was private, something intended for them alone and not prying teenage eyes. I knew that, but a bigger part of me was mesmerized not only by the sight in front of me, but also by the swirl of emotions inside me. This was my mom. I knew she had had sex with another. I guess that means we’re kind of serious. I’ll have to get a job around here, but my skills are very transferable.”“Job?”“Nurse.”“Write your own ticket around here. Lots of aging people looking for help in every way you can imagine.”Megan kissed me in a more meaningful way, “I hope we see a lot of each other.”“I’m sure we will. I don’t know what you’re looking for in a house, but there are some for home for sale in this neighborhood. That’d be cool.”We fucked, talked, made out, and fucked. As she laid there, she closed her eyes and remembered the joyful feeling of running her fingers through the wet, soapy strands. She remembered letting her slick fingers trace her lips and plunging them between the folds to find the little nub. The ecstasy that followed as she teased and tickled that erogenous center.Now she felt a wet warmth and looked down again to see a steaming hot towel covering her mound. She could feel the heat penetrate her skin and warm her deep inside. The heat growing.