I cannot believe my mommy is doing that right there in the kitchen, shemust be so horny. I mean my wife Penny."Well Mary how do you know? You didn't s...end any time alone with him. Didyou, I mean you're a minor for petes sake." I hear no response, and Icannot pull my eyes off of them in the kitchen. Mommy's head is bobbingup and down on his massive cock so fast now as Mr. Steve is gettinglouder and louder.I feel a very warm feeling spreading around my new privates. I realize Ijust wet myself. I can’t describe just how good this felt, but my whole body seemed to be on fire from the tips of my toes to my overworked brain. The pleasure flowed through, causing me to shudder in small involuntary spasms that seemed to get closer and closer. I lowered my feet to the floor and pushed back at Ruth as my orgasm approached.“c’mon, a nice big fat orgasm for Auntie Ruth.” came a voice from below. And when it did arrive, it did so with all the subtlety of a freight train.“Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” I cried. But I had already become accustomed to people in a college town talking to me out of the blue, not just females either. To her comment I responded, “I live in an apartment on 34th street.”“Whoa,” she said with a comical look of astonishment, “you must be a rich kid.”“Not rich,” I said.“Then how can you afford an apartment this close to campus?”With a chuckle I said, “If I told you I would have to kill you.” It was something I had recently heard in a movie. The way she looked at me out of the. TIGHT! Stretchy material that had very little stretch left. And a tight, white, muscle T-shirt. Not really a T-shirt, as there were large parts of it missing. It wasn't even close to being long enough to reach the top of my pants, let alone tuck in, and instead of sleeves there were just huge armholes. The girls - including Nancy - thought I looked like a "real hunk". I thought I looked like a narcissistic, homosexual thug.I'd undressed YET again, and was making another desperate attempt to put.