What exactly was he imagining doing to Sally? Was she sucking him off, or was he fucking her from behind on the grass? I raised my head and by the lig...t through the curtains could just make out a steady movement at about waist level. I’m still not quite sure why I did it – things might have been rather different if I hadn’t – but it just kind of happened. “Hey Matt,” I whispered, loudly enough for him to hear. “Sally’s, like, pretty hot, isn’t she?” There was a frantic rustle from Matt’s bed,. The note on the outside was in a familiar hand, so I took it with me as I left for home. Curious, I opened it once I got home, spilling out several pages of notepaper. The pages were a painfully detailed account of how her life had turned to shit, and all her woes and travails, all of it my doing. I skimmed it, more for vicarious pleasure at her misery than for information. On the last page, however, I stopped short, and re-read with an eye for detail."Bob, I haven't heard from you since I. Can I call you tomorrow?”“Of course,” I assured him through a smile of disappointment. I was miserable at reading men’s intentions, and this was no exception.He paid the check and walked me out to my car, where he gave me a sweet kiss before he drove off. I sat in my car debating my next move. It was only 10PM. I had gotten drunk, anticipating Derek was driving me back to his place. Now I was questioning whether I was capable of driving back to Palm Beach Gardens. The answer was no. I. I slowly reached my left arm over my mother and cuddled her close to me, moving my penis a little between her rear. As luck would have it my mother also moved a little, this had the combined effect, though I didn’t really know it of placing my penis very close to the entrance of her vagina, then as my hand holding her accidentally brushed against her breasts her body moved again and I suddenly felt a lovely wet warmth surround my dick. I quickly realised that I had entered somewhere I.