"Don't worry about it honey," Monica looked at her daughter thinking again, about her masturbating naked on the bed, with her three fingers deep insid... of her wet little pussy, pushing in and out, so wet and so tight her pussy must be. She felt herself becoming hot between her legs and she started to move them slowly back and forth while laying on her side on the couch."I almost died of embarrassment," she looked back at the TV."Honey, we all do it sometime or another." Monica told her, hoping. The people said that they rented the rooftop space to do some videos and would be there most of the night. A little while later I noticed some really attractive girls walking into the building and I immediately decided they were making a music video and since we are in Los Angeles someone famous was probably there.By 11 pm the roof door was locked, so I climbed the fire escape outside my window and got up on the roof. I immediately realized it was not a music video, it was a fuck video. One. One of our meets was at home on a Saturday morning. Jack wanted to come watch me; so we drove up together. We won the meet and I placed second in the shot and won the javelin. On the ride back home I pulled behind an empty store building. I got out of the car and walked around to Jack's door."Why are we stopping here?" Because I know we both need this."I pulled him out of the car; pulled down his shorts and propped him up on the roof of the car. His cock was rock hard as I took it into my. Her smirk turns into a sneer. "What are you doing here?" she asks.Did I forgot to mention that puberty made her kind of a bitch too?"Sorry, ma'am. That information is on a strict need-to-know basis."She huffs in mock exasperation and her bosom jiggles impressively. "Um, hello? It's my house." Not for much longer. I claim this dining room for Mother Russia!" I punctuate the statement by slamming my drink down on the table, splashing the sharp tonic across it. I resist the urge to see if it.