A heavy duty plastic bag that looked like a loosely woven basket sat next to it full of chips, cookies and other snacks. I tiptoed across the room and...opened the refrigerator. Several rows of pop cans lined the bottom shelf and I started filling the cooler. Suddenly a womans voice from the living room said, Chrissy, is that you? I answered, No, Mrs. Curie. Its me, Missy. Come in here, she called out, and I froze. How could I explain the fact that I was naked? Do I have to? I asked. You most. But I knew my left arm was numb from laying on it so it couldn’t be that. I moved my right hand, “nope, no cock there,” and it was at that point that the hand on my cock became more aggressive. The movement quickened and the hand moved to cup my balls. That was it, I knew it wasn’t a dream, I tried to roll over but felt like I was glued to the bed, I must not have moved all night. As I struggled to move I heard a very soft clear voice, “do you want to play now Daddy?’ I was shocked, but still. My heart racing, would someone catch me? I felt almost the same as when i was younger, trying to find a moment to masturbate without my parents finding my magazines and wadded up kleenex. Here i was, horny, alone and shooting cum to videos of women and men sucking of gigantic cocks. I wanted to see what it was like, i wanted to know what a big, throbbing dick in my mouth would feel like. Would i let the guy come in my mouth, what would it taste like, would i ultimately like it or be disgusted. “I’m sorry that I am in such mess,” she told him. “He did have rather a lot of cum.” “Y......y......you let him fuck you then?” he said, stating the obvious. “Yes, I’m afraid that I just could not stop myself,” she said quietly. “He had such a big one that I just had to...” she trailed off. One hand moved up to the crotch of her panties and he used his finger to feel the wetness for himself. “How many times?” he asked. “Twice,” she replied still holding up the hem of her dress. His fingers.