He's interested. Wants to make sure things are good between you and Cindy..." They're good!" chirped Cindy. "Real good." And the little thing looked a... me with a wink that would have been an exaggeration in a vaudeville act."Okay, you," I said. "D'ya have homework?" Of course. About twenty minutes worth. Let's do some laps at the pool." Okay, Helen, I guess I'll see you at school in the morning, then. Let me go drown this girl."And we went to the trailer, swapped street clothes for bathing. So, it was my fault.Emma pulled me along behind her as we went upstairs to the bedroom. It was our bedroom as we were lovers but Emma wasn’t the easiest person to live with. She was short-tempered for starters and hence she flew off the handle over a little thing like a spoilt dress. OK, it was her favourite dress, but nevertheless, did it really justify this? I was led by the wrist like a naughty child but, like her, I was in my thirties. Once in the bedroom, Emma dragged me over to the bed. I must have wasted gallons of spunk there, jerking away to those legs, ass and the profile of her head.This was fine, and for a sixteen year old boy and I got more and more bold. I used to keep wanking off as she walked around and often I thought she had seen me and showed more and more flesh.One day the best, or perhaps worst thing happened. She saw me, looked me in the eye and asked what I was doing. In a panic I pulled up my trousers, somehow got my boner inside my boxers and got out of. When I looked at her in the mirror, she had her chin on one raised hand and she was looking out the window. During our initial conversation, I had looked down and seen that her legs weren’t bare this time; she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. I remembered the sexual aspects of our time in the other car – licking her cunt until she had a noisy climax, ejaculating on the car seat as she complimented the amount and distance of my jism shot. I wonder if she is wearing any panties this week?.