Tommy shook his head. ‘Ah…probably not,’ he told her. ‘I have work tonight. I should be home around ten or ten-thirty.’ ‘No problem,’ Ka...en said. ‘If you’re going to be later than that, give me a call, please. I hate to sit up worrying.’ ‘Boy, it’s going to be just like it is at home!’ Tommy thought, a little discouraged, as he and his mother drove back to their house. He helped his mother pack suitcases and things in the car, then headed to pick up his father. Then the three of them drove to. I went and stood behind her so I could take an awesome picture of her perched on his shaft, with about 8 inches of it still to go. She started to rock up and down on it getting lower each time, taking more of his cock into her. she must have had about 8 inches in her and she let out a long groan and gasped for breath several times, not moving. I moved back in front of her and could see her face grimacing, she opened her eyes and looked at me then lifted herself up slightly and took a deep. "Click clack. Click clack.Footsteps. Either Ashley was trying out a pair of Tracy's high heels orthere was someone else in the house."Oh cut out the drama and tell the poor girl the truth."Ms. McDavid walked slowly down the stairs as I untangled myself fromTracy's arms. I said through clenched teeth, "What the fuck is shetalking about? What is she even doing here?"Tracy frowned deeply and refused to meet my gaze. Ms. McDavid placed herhand on Tracy's shoulder, "I told you that you should have. It was nothing like my house; everything was so clean and looked incredibly expensive. I started wondering what kind of guy I’d gotten involved with and why he’d want someone as working class as me.“So the story,” he said loudly, breaking my trance.I looked round at him with a shocked look, “What about your parents?”“Don’t worry about them. Yhey’re not here,” he reassured.“Oh,” I started, “Okay, the story.”“What do you want to say about it?” he asked.“Well, I want you to remove it,” I said.