As we were having this conversation Cristina was just silently listening as she was behind the kitchen counter putting away dishes. Later that night I...found out that she was masturbating while I was talking to her friend. We did not notice but she did went to our room quickly to put on a remote controlled vibrator. She slipped it in and started masturbating as we were talking. The pure thought of me fucking her friend made her horny as if she is a real slut. As Irene was about to leave that. Mum directed an interrogatory raised eyebrow at me.“Cayenne Proctor,” I said.Terri expleted under her breath then turned to look at me, effecting a sad face. “I would ask you to leave me all your worldly possessions but all you have is dorky stuff.” Then Terri turned to face our parents. “Marcus Kafkasian is going to kill Kevin because Cayenne Proctor is his girlfriend,” she informed them.That did nothing to alleviate Mum’s raised eyebrow. In fact, mention of the name Kafkasian made Dad’s. The feel of her saturated pussy on my nose mixed with her scent pushed me closer to the edge; I wanted to dive off into the abyss. Then I felt it the unmistakable signs that she was going to come, he legs flexed and she pushed my head harder into the bed. Her rapid movements grinding into me harder, damn tape, I wanted to have my tongue inside her as she came. Oh god there it is the flood of liquid and the smell of orgasm, I will never look at tape the same again, crap. As she relaxed her grip. He kissed and licked my neck before moving his hands slowly over my ribs and around my waist. “Are you ready?” I could only nod in acceptance. The disengaged from me and walked to the patio before turning to face me. I could see the lust in his eyes for my body. I sat down my bag and followed him out into the morning breeze. Just like yesterday, the view was breathtaking. The sun was halfway over the horizon, illuminating the fields. It was then I heard his voice. “Take off your dress.” As I.