That night, I had her sit on my face, and licked her to several orgasms. ‘Holy shit, Missy wasn’t kidding, your tongue is magic,’ Shawna said, w...en she cuddled beside me, stroking my cock with her fingers, not trying to get me off, but driving me crazy, nonetheless. I had to take control, and sprayed all over myself, as I jerked myself off in less than a minute, as I heard Shawna and Missy both giggling at me. Day by day, Shawna got stronger, our walks together got longer, the cast on my arm. It was around 7-ish when my husband and his buddies came strolling in like they owned the place. They were loud and obnoxious, making a scene that caused everyone to stare at them. When they were finally seated, I made my way over and sat on the lap of one of the guys. “What can I get you?" How about a few pitchers of beer and a couple dozen wings for starters?" he asked. I made a point to rub my ass onto his bulge as I stood up. Putting one of my nylon-clad legs onto an open chair, I said,. I knew she'd have paid for it ifI'd stayed upstairs a while longer. This was going to be my treat. It wasafter all my mistake, I thought as I exchanged 3/4ths of my weeklyallowance for one evening's meal. I carried the box into the kitchen witha smile on my face. The satisfactory smile of one who "provides" for herfamily. Thankfully, Mom had set out the salad while I'd been upstairs. "Thanksfor helping out Mom," I told her. "Thanks for dinner," Mom said and came over to give me a hug. We. "Panicked sounds of sheer terror, interspersed with ejecting the water from her lungs as best she could, came from under the towel as I went to the wall and filled the pitcher from the industrial strength kitchen sprayer than hung from the ceiling.While I was there I used the sprayer to wash the shit and piss on the floor into the drain."You know, Natalie, the sounds I hear coming from under that towel – some people might think they were speech, that you were trying to talk to me, in direct.