But what was my son doing home so early? I hadn't seen his car. I was about to yell that I was home, so that they could close their door, when suddenl... my blood ran cold. Debbie always had been a hot little number, and I thought maybe I had walked into something I wasn't supposed to know about.I stole quietly down the hall toward the open door. Peeking around the corner, I saw the foot of the bed, Debbie on her back with her legs wrapped around his butt, pulling him into her. I saw his gonads. Closing my eyes, I found myself masturbating, remembering what we had done, desperately wanting to do it again.I thought about wanting to cum but eventually stopped, as I contemplated, “What if, she shows up tomorrow afternoon?” “What if, she too wants to get together again, but like me, doesn’t know how to say it?” Continuing to think, “What if, what if,” I unexpectedly got a text message. Quickly going over to get my phone, I thought, “Who could it be?” Cautiously looking at it, puzzled, I. I could feel the calloused fingers through my increasingly annoying camisole as vividly as the abrasive rub of his 3 days growth against my cheek. His nipple hand dropped south to my cunt and pinched hard around my clit. My hairless cunt bucked so high that for a second I felt like I was floating. I was so beyond compliance by now. All the while his guttural voice whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna go out on a limb, Vivian. I think you get off on the idea of an overheated, horny worker having. " You flush slightly and pause before continuing to follow the conversation around you. A little later I come back by and ask if you're having a good time. You nod so I lean forward and whisper "I bet you're absolutely soaking that thong you're wearing thinking of what I'm going to do to you later." Once again you just stop, unable to follow the conversation around you as I walk away. I know you love this game. I find time for a few more suggestive remarks over the next ninety minutes.The party.