So you came back to your house and that's when things got bad. Apparently somebody thought they were witnessing a rape and they called the police (it ...urns out both people were just drunk and acting crazy).Next thing you know your parents are home from their trip early, and they're not happy. Your mom says she hardly even recognizes you anymore. You tried to explain what happened but they didn't listen to you, saying you were just making it up. They said they had no reason to trust you after. It was soaking wet. And she was shaking so hard kissing me she was having problems standing up.I lowered her to the living room floor. We kept kissing. I was straddling her, laying on my side against her thigh. My dick was poking against her leg. I kept sliding my fingers against her pubic hair and sliding them inside her.She trembled, gasped, and almost did it again. She squeezed so fucking hard with my fingers inside her pussy when she came that I couldn't move.And after a couple of minutes,. When I’ve paid the check, we get up to leave. It is then that I see just how big the wet spot on the back of your skirt has grown. Before anyone can see, I whisper, ‘Wendy, you have a choice. You can walk out to the car with a diner plate size wet spot on the back of your skirt and I’ll fuck you any way you want when we get home or I can give you my jacket to cover up with and you’ll do everything I want when we get home.’ I want you to know deep inside your wet little snatch that you are. Enjoying it as much as I, as I push my hips onto your tongue and finger, knowing I want more than just your finger in me. You make me wait and want for the big prize in the end. Continually fondling my pussy with your tongue and finger as the wetness pours forth and you lap at my juices. You stop on occasion to run your tongue along the inside of my thighs, making my skin crawl with desire. I can’t take much more of this teasing of your finger and tongue, I want to feel your cock inside me, but.