"I'm sorry," I cried, tears streaming down my face."Are you fucking sick," she asked. "I saw you, the whole time. I watched you in here fucking yourse...f with that damn thing. I have watched you a lot here lately. But you just screamed your Grandpa's name in the middle of your orgasm."I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't tell her that her father had been fucking me since I was 14. She'd never believe that. So I stood there, naked, my own cunt juice making my leg sticky,. It's just that she has been sounding different on the phone the last few weeks — often withdrawn — and she sometimes tells me something, then a few days later when we're talking, she contradicts herself, or says something different, changes things. Like maybe she was lying about something she said, then forgot the lie and said something else. One time, when she didn't answer her cell, she said she had been to a ball game with her boyfriend on Friday night and had shut her phone off. I didn't. Then he moved between my spread thighs. He started eating my pussy. I could feel my juices overflow. With his tongue every flick of my clit I was moaning and pushing my hips into his mouth. Just as I was about to explode, Patrick straightened himself; grabbed his hard thick cock and teasingly put it at my opening; rubbing its head up and down my open pussy lips. Then he pushed just the head letting me adjust to its size. He pushed in another inch and then withdrew. I looked down at the contrast. While I'm crossing the street let me tell you about Sonja. She's a 30 something, about 5' nothing, very attractive and fit. I've seen her in a bikini and her boobs are probably 34B maybe C and her ass is, well perfect.Her husband is out of town a lot for work so Sonja usually makes the rounds to the neighbors asking for help or advice on various household items. I fixed her garage door once, so every time the garage door acts up, she comes to me.I get to the garage and there's Sonja sitting in.