We stopped fucking and in just a few moments Ken came out of the kitchen. Wes and I had never what we would do if we ever got caught. At that time the...e was nothing we could say. We had been caught in the act. Ken began to appologize, saying that he had called but Wes must not have gotten the message. Still, he said, he should have just left and returned later. Still on the pool table, naked and with Wes's cock still in my pussy, we accepted his appology but were left wondering what the next. We laughed and went into the summer porch and had a drink. I got ribbed again when I just had a soft drink. But when I told him that even the alcohol in mouthwash made me sick he backed off.Wendy’s mother, Estelle, call me Stella, was a sweetheart. She was a slightly shorter version of Wendy. Unfortunately, she died of a heart attack about 6 months after the wedding. She was only 46. Wendy mourned for about 9 months, But George never got over it. He finally moved to Florida and we heard from. I grabbed her hand and we tried another door. The broom closet. That would work.As I pulled her in, she immediately crouched down on her high heels. Her short skirt rode up and her hands were working at my crotch. I helped with the buttons and she eagerly stuck her hand in and pulled out what she was hungry for. She was laughing now and pulled my nuts out too. Stroking me now, her tongue shot out and tasted my pre-cum.My fingers were tangled in her mass of curls as I told her what to do. She. She knew how disturbing it could be to make these discoveries about oneself. Kendra smiled ruefully at her and left the bedroom.Slowly, Laura pulled on her jeans and her sweater. She glanced in Kendra's bureau mirror and fluffed her hair with her fingers to make it look less tousled. Still, there was no way to pretend she and Kendra hadn't been fucking passionately in this bedroom only minutes before. They didn't even know how much Jane had overheard.She walked slowly out, spotting Kendra and.