" I would have been embarrassed but I was too turned on. "What do you see?" "I watch you press your pussy against the dryer and grind against it. I wa...ch you play with your nipples. I watch you finger your pussy." He was exploring my ass with his hands, playing with my asshole, teasing it with his finger, while he squeezed my ass. "I love the way you arch your back. I love the way you moan. I love to watch you cum." "Did you stroke your cock baby?" I whispered. "Did you jerk off while I fucked. . I got to play Basketball for my Jr. High School, got out from under seven long years of piano lessons, and was starting to notice Girls in earnest. As most of you know, if there "are to BE any curves", ya' start seeing them at or about – 8th Grade! Seems I remember that summer between 7th & 8th grades making all the difference. In those first seven years, "book learnin' " had not come hard for me – I could slack off, take a glance at the study material the night before, and still make a "B". Heather was actually starting to feel a little embarrassed. She had been fucking her friend’s husband all night long, yet Tasha had not yet gotten to. Tasha just giggled in a friendly fashion. “Oh please,” she said. “This is our night to please you. You’re our guest. I can fuck him any old time.” When Ron got tired, Tasha and Heather entertained him, pleasuring each other in front of him. He watched with interest. Heather was sure he’d watched his wife do this with other women many times,. “The Council, huh! Won’t do no good to second guess them,” her Uncle said before turning back to me.“What’s the real story behind all that went on in Atlanta?” he asked. “We seen all the news on the TV. We get satellite TV out here, but have to run the generator to watch the TV. The solar power is used for other things.”“I didn’t kill my kids,” I said first thing. “If you watched what was said on the news, those two from the Pentagon turned the story around to make me the bad guy, but I learned.