Not too much. I can handle this. Then the finger was removed, more lube and a second finger added, and again pressing into me. Oooohh. Okay. We�...re still good. Removed, lubed, another finger.“Please, Scott. Please fuck me,” was all I could say. The butterflies gone, replaced by lust. “I want you inside me,” I moaned. Or shouted, I’m still unsure of which. He removed his fingers yet again. This time, I could hear the condom wrapper being ripped. I heard him unroll the condom onto his. ’ I checked Haley’s face. She was paying very close attention. “What’d she hear? Something I’m supposed to be interested in?”“Well, yeah, Dad. She heard Haley showed up with an engagement ring. Haley. My friend. She’s only two years older’n me.”“Uh...”“She said Haley’s fiancé is a lot older...”“Uh...” Damn, I’m erudite.“Uh, Dad, if that ain’t YOU I’m going to be very mad at her. You, too...”“Why do you say that, baby?”“Because I know she just turned old enough to get married and I have seen. She jacked her fist up and down on his cock, as if hoping to coax out even more cream. Finally, flushed with bothshame and passion, Kathy slid her wet lips off of his rock-hard saliva-dripping prick."Well!" Kathy exclaimed nervously. She felt a little frightened by the knowledge of what she'd just done to her boy. She Shamefully licked the stray drops of cum from her mouth. "That was... that was quite a step we just took, Billy. I hope you don't feel... feel ashamed of yourself, for letting. That was why he seldom talked to him unless it was absolutely necessary for business.The fact that he had Judy doing his dirty work for him irritated Mike because he was certain the little weasel knew that his Judy was getting down and dirty with his ugly client Mike almost every “Noon” time on the set in the Nevada desert. Mike remembered those days of ginger ale and peanuts and Judy bouncing on his lap the entire lunch hour with her jeans pulled down in the back. He had made serious.