Routined Friday night, dinner, movie, fuck, bed. So we did the dinner and the movie, I'm sitting cross legged on the couch waiting for him to make his...move, and on cue he does. Closing in on me, kissing me soft at first then deepen it. His hands roam over my body, across my breast, down my stomach, cupping my sex. I moan and throw my head back. He takes off my clothes, then his. And as expected, he lowers his mouth on my sex, pulling on my clit and blowing chilling air into my cooch. I throw my. Still another asked if his mother was dressing him. That didn’t fly so well. The commenter probably didn’t know Cal’s mother had been dead since he was in the second grade. The callous mother commenter didn’t want to let that go. He remarked, ‘What she’s making change at the counter at the Wal-Mart? Cal didn’t say anything. Warren, his best friend, fielded it, ‘Cal’s mother was a nurse. She got killed in a car crash when he was seven.’ The smart talker dropped the subject By then it had become. I could tell that she wanted to use her mouth on me but couldn't spend the time to color her lips again. A lock of hair came loose and hung over her face as she sped up. She made my shaft point upward so that I would get the feeling of penetration a little stronger. I had stopped writhing and was thrusting into her hand, fucking it like I would her pussy when she had me in cowgirl. I grabbed the bed covers and let a breath out raggedly as my cock spasmed in her tight grip and gobs of cum shot. He had made it hard to get in side after that. Looking through the windows from the porch we could see a big living room dominated by a stone fire place.There was a modern kitchen area.We could see into a big bed room and through a door part of a bath room. I told them there was another bed room with a bath we could not see.Fay asked if there was electricity. I told her there was a power line and a phone line coming in from behind the house. I told them there was a well back there to.We walked.