Once she got use to the peg I began playing with her wet cunny. She was close to cumming (again) without much manipulation. It began deep inside her--...ot in her pelvic region--the earliest sign was shudder of sorts in her entire body without vocalization. Then she began moving her hips back and forth, moving her pussy on my hand, encouraging me on and giving me a beat to follow. If I could have done so without disturbing the moment I would have gone down on her again. As the orgasm reached her. " Did I hear correctly? It was over? I could not bring myself to hope. They had always broken up in the past, and gotten back together the next day. I was never able to tell him my feelings. Keith knew I was gay because I knew he was still in the closet. Also, Cliff knew too. I did not tell him, he was awfully observant, and out spoken. When he knew, he called me an 'ass bandit'. Which, I was annoyed with. John came out of the bathroom looking like a hurt puppy. I just wanted to kiss that sad. I was experiencing intense pleasure and knew my orgasm was only seconds away and I tried to give Brenda as much pleasure as I could by rubbing with my finger where my dick had just been. I found that the top part of her slit was getting dry so I ran my finger down to the bottom part where I knew she was wet, and of course I found the entrance to her vagina. I pushed my middle finger in and wiggled it around, making Brenda pant and moan and then my own orgasm ,which all this time had been. I felt a bit awkward and got back in my bed but I couldn't stop thinking about what I had heard. I had a few wanks thinking about it, I even imagined her coming into my room and catching me wanking for the second time that night. The next day I couldn't look my mom in the eye but did notice what a great body she had, I had never thought about her sexually before but I couldn't help but take a sneeky look at her gorgeous breasts and her shapely hips. She bent over to pick something off the floor.