Once I spooned up behind Trudy I was out like a light. She was one of my best friends and sharing my bed with her always felt like we had been sharing...a bed all our lives. It didn’t make it weird that she as a girl.If she were my sister could we ever be close enough to cuddle up, in PJs, to each other in bed like I do with Trudy and not have major sexual tensions between us? What if we were naked?We were both still sound asleep when Chrissy started jumping on the bed telling us to get up. Mom. It was intended as a curse."Seven years later, I think I'm beginning to understand the point he wastrying to get across.Trisha Hodgson is standing in the corner of my room, flicking through myrecord collection. She hasn't said anything to support the allegation shemade earlier, but I know she'll bring the subject up before many moreminutes have gone by.When she does...She's not my mother.'Interesting times' indeed.I take off my jacket and hang it on the back of the door. When I turnround, I see. Temporarily forgetting about Seaman, her eyes closed tightly, then opening them blurry eyed and trying to focus, Laurel started to type again. But she was typing slower now, her breath short and raspy, groaning as she stirred her pud pocket on my man shaft. Her juices were running down my balls saturating them so much so she was making squishy sounds as she moved over me.Now she was telling Seaman how close she was to cumming, imagining his cock was in her and ready to fill her with his jizz so. "Beg for it!" Please fuck me!" Her pussy moistened even more. I twisted her nipples harder."Please i need your cock!", she whispered."Say it louder!" I pulled her nipples. She was catching her breath."Please i need your cock!" Louder!" PLEASE I NEED YOUR COCK!", she screamed. I heard the sound of some opened doors.I moved my hip back and slammed my cock deep into her pussy. She screamed from ecstasy while her pussy got tighter and her juices flooded inside of her. I pumped through her orgasm..