Maybe because you didn't want to hear me?"She was right. I hadn't, so I suppose I didn't.She pressed her body against mine. "Is that your finger or ...ourleftover cock dawdling against my clit, baby? Does the idea of goingout with guys turn you on? Rub me some more down there please?"She turned to take me into her mouth, and nodded toward her groin. Iobliged. With my finger. My cock no longer stiffened enough to rubher, much less penetrate past her pussy's outer folds, certainly notwhen I. Polk's office.However, when I reached for the doorknob, I found it locked. It was at that moment I heard the tall tale sounds of adolescent giggling. This in by itself wasn't what I found shocking. I knew full well that Annie paid Mrs. Polk after school visits at least once a week. The difference this time was that I heard more than one.Holding my breath, I moved my head closer to the door to confirm my suspicions. Unbelievably, I couldn't distinctively hear two girls... no no... my gosh.... She called me back and said 'Ahh Jake can you do me a favour hon?' I looked back and said 'Yeah what?'She replied 'can you message my feet for me please?'I said, 'Mom I aint bothered' in a sarcastic tone like what she said to me just a minute ago.After that I headed off to the living room and ate alone.You see I haven't got a dad, so I can understand my mom isi'nt getting her pussy pounded so it won't bother me seeing a dildo lying around. To my suprise there was a dildo on the chair I was. They had similar features and could be seen jogging around the park in the evenings and on the weekends. No one ever brought up the fact that there wasn’t a father in the picture. Everyone just assumed that Katie was just one of countless other children that came from a single parent home. Katie was a real tom-boy. She loved to play sports, especially baseball. On the weekends, or when school was not in session, it was normal to see her playing alongside the neighborhood boys. She was always.