I avoided it on purpose.I then began to kiss my way over to her right breast. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and desperate. I gave the right ...reast the same treatment. I sensed some hip humping. She must have wanted her mound to rub against my body to get a little feeling there.I then made a point with my tongue tip and was dragging it all over her right breast. Her hand went to the side of my face to guide me to the nipple. When I felt my tongue touch the areola, I made circles around. But I had to know! I just had to know!Wednesday was the day that Bev and he co-workers always stopped. They got off work at 5 o'clock so at ten to five I was sitting in my dark corner waiting for Bev and her group to arrive. The night went pretty much as Bev had always described it. I say pretty much because she left out a few things when she told me what she did. Like the fact that some guys got their hands inside her blouse, some guys slid their hands down the inside of the front of her skirt. I could hear rap music blasting from inside my house. I knew Ryan loved rap. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought to myself, “What if they are NOT fucking?!! That would suck!!” I turned the corner and was both shocked and excited by what I saw. My mom was bent over the living room couch while Ryan was fucking her from behind. My dick stood. The night was silent, warm, stars filled the sky, the moon was up and we could see each other clearly. He had just finished his volunteer coaching job and was dressed casually in shorts and t-shirt. I had never seen him in anything other than his office attire, and the sight of him wearing something completely unfamiliar to me sparked excitement mixed with anxiety. “Hi.” I said. “Hi.” He replied. There was a fleeting moment of awkwardness as we realized we’ve never been alone like this before..