Squeezing and releasing. His cock is swelling...and his balls are tightening. Faster he pumps, faster. Both of you covered in sweat...and breathing...short fast breaths. Your hips signal faster..faster. Your legs, curled behind his ass, are pushing his hips..to go deeper and harder. Slamming your bodies together, hard deep thrusts...your head is pushed back deep in your pillow, with your chin high as you help thrust. Your fists are clinched tight, grabbing to hold on to whatever piece of bed. Waiting for his response i slowly opened my eyes to see what he is doing, to my surprise he was looking at me without any expression, i locked eyes with him for a sec, then he closed his eyes with a slightest smile, i immediately kissed him again, his lips were literally like a sponge, i cleaned his lips, licked it, opened it with my tongue, but there was no reaction at all from him, but no sign also asking me to stop, which was a green signal for me, i continued holding him as tight as. .I sweeped the bottles off the various surfaces into a bag, taking it outside to the back and tieing it off. I left it outside and walked back in, really taking in the various dresses the women were wearing.The one on the couch, Alyssa, was wearing a flowery dress with some frills. She was the introvert my mom would always try to get out more with those dorky glasses of hers, and even sleeping, her introversion showed.Then on the chair next to my mom, Janice, the bad girl I guess I could call. Not every male behaved stupidly at the sight of me, merely about half of them, which brought the number down to two or three hundred. I find one idiotic male hard to enough to put up with, so you can imagine what I thought of two or three hundred!Most of them behaved like idiots: yahooing it up, backslapping me, making stupid comments, yelling stupid questions, even louder yelling stupid boasts, and stupid whatever-else-they-could-think-of-to-be-stupid-about. Thank God it's Friday, so the.