."I kept my pace steady and rhythmic, coaxing her toward her peak. As she neared climax, she bucked her hips into my face repeatedly, keeping her hand...behind my head to hold my mouth firmly down on her sex. Her juices became thicker, and my mouth began to fill with her heavy fluid. Her breathing became frantic and quick; I knew she was about to cum in my mouth. But just as the moment seemed ready to engulf her, she put both hands on my cheeks and pushed my mouth off of her, sliding her hips. My pussy became instantly wet. I could hear him grunting like his father, he must be cumming. The sounds went down, they must have finished. I got ready and went downstairs for breakfast, not saying anything. That day I went to work, fixated about what I Heard this morning, my pussy was wet all day. That night I came home. My son was no where to be seen. I creeped upstairs and could hear him fucking another girl. I was so proud of my son. The door was open a crack and I could see in. He was. Rick had reached the point where he was pushing her away and coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't make love. It was the first time that she had ever heard of a man using, "Sorry honey, not tonight. I have a hell of a headache" to get out of having sex. She hadn't even been able to check out the boys next door and maybe get a little teasing done. She hadn't seen them since that Saturday that they had seen her going at it with Billy and Todd in her kitchen. They must have gone somewhere. She kissed Jake goodbye and whispered, “Blow her full of holes for me!” into his ear.Jake grinned and whispered back, “I will,” although he felt strange, having other people know about what he considered his and Béla’s private little perversion.Then they were gone.“We could just teleport,” Béla suggested as Jake’s old flitter rumbled toward the underground exit.“I like to fly,” Jake replied. “I can’t just take off like you do – I need extra equipment – no wings, you know.”Béla sighed and.