Matt watched with rapt attention. My breathing quickened and I could feel myself flush on my chest and my neck. I knew it was just a matter of seconds...now."Cum with me baby”, I moaned loudly.Matt scrambled and straddled me. As I was nearing my orgasm, I looked down to see him stroking his dick with my panties still wrapped around it. I tried to keep watching but the orgasm was too powerful. I closed my eyes and felt myself cum while my son was watching me. I came in wave after wave. I heard. There was an upcoming dance, and Richard was determined to ask a girl to go. His target was Ashley Summers. A girl he had known since kindergarden. They had been friends in the past but had naturally grown apart. She was perhaps the only girl in the school he could bring himself to ask.Richard knew where her locker was, so he planned to intercept her there and pop the question before he chickened out. The time had come. Everything was ready. But as Richard rounded the corner toward Ashley's. Several of Brad’s shifts found him fighting for puck possession with Peter in the Frontenacs defensive zone. Brad was better than Peter anticipated and pressed hard, checking him several times, preventing Brad from scoring or making a good scoring pass.Both teams were battling hard with end-to-end action as if it was a regular-season game. At the twelve-minute mark of the first period, Mike fed Jake a pass as they broke out of their zone. He caught a glimpse of Brad streaking down the right. She languidly washed the pearly drops away then leaned her head on my chest. I held her close for a brief space as the water ran down over us. It was a perfect moment of peace in a strange and disturbing day. Over a plain dinner we discussed Angela’s forthcoming commission for Frau Meyer. By tacit agreement, we did not discuss the death of Mickey the Mouth or any other of the day’s events. It was still all there, though, a spectre at the feast. I think we were all too worn down by the.