“Aaahhh! Uffff!” she moaned as she climaxed. I watched her remove her panty and wipe her squirt off her pussy.She slid the panty up and down, wipi...g her pussy. She then threw it to the heap of dirty laundry in the corner. She sat up and drank water kept on her desk. She didn’t bother to grab another panty from her panty stash and wear it. I hurried past her room fast and went inside my room. I looked down and saw the raging boner in my pants. It was rockhard. “Oh, Mommy!” I mumbled in my. Bob called to see how I was doing, it was Friday night and I was home alone, again. I told him about getting the final divorce papers and he decided there was no way I was staying home tonight.It was four days before Christmas and it would be the first Christmas in 18 years without Rick. I got tired, Rick, her now ex, used to be a lot of fun, but he started coming home from work and just sitting in front of the TV, it was like being married to my grandpa. I was too young to just waste away on. It was on the Friday after lunch that the subject slid back into the conversation, they were sitting on the bed together, each with a book, nothing much to do, laying in the sun that streamed through the dormer window. A bright but blustery day outside, predatory gulls as usual here wheeling and squealing, trying to tempt the odd day-tripper to part with their chips! She said that she was thinking about his fantasy and was he serious or was it just a passing fantasy? He put down his book. The crowd was mesmerized by the skill beingexhibited. I realized in a flash that there was only one person I couldimagine that would possess the skill required to do what I was seeingand that I had to get away.I moved towards the stands but the same rotten kids who just momentsago refused to leave their seats, had swarmed to block my path. All ofmy careful lies, all of my misdirection had failed; somehow Kevin hadfound me and I was trapped!He was standing in front of me, grinning and holding.