"Anyway. I was wondering -- there's a lot of us, and Missy's sister's place isn't very big, and when she found out my -- my step-dad, my ex-step-dad -... lived in New Orleans, well, do you think I could crash on your couch?" For Mardi Gras?" he asked."For that week. Like afterwards and everything."His wife wasn't home to ask, but she'd gone through a thing once of saying he ought to track Cain and Christie down anyway, get back in touch, in case they ever needed anything -- there was a hint like. "Hey, I'm up here", she told me, obviously catching my glare. I paused, blushing because I was caught. Without even thinking, I grabbed a pair of her panties off the floor, and they were adorable: A small pink string bikini with white hearts. Feeling the soaking wet material between my fingers, I could barely hide my lust. She must have just taken them off to wash, and I could smell her delicious scent coming from the panties. I blushed again, knowing she saw my obvious excitement at holding. Then I stopped for a moment all of sudden she took my head and pushed towards her pussy and shouted at me not stop she was fully aroused and began to shout even more louder aaaaa yyyyyaaaaaa yyyyyaaaaaa and began to say you are so good u r so good and spilled lots of liquid on to bed. Now she made me to sleep and she started licking and kissing my chest so wildly for some time and moved her hand toward my dick she took my dick into her hands by kissing me and started rubbing my dick and balls. I glanced quickly at Jennie but she was talking a mile a minute to her mom so, as I took my time getting into the car, I opened my legs with my pussy winking at Mr. White. I was sure he would be looking down at my legs. Sure enough he was. His eyes opened very wide and I think he mouthed, “Thank you” to me. I smiled at him, closed my legs and swung on around into the seat.During the drive Jennie and I gossiped about kids at school while Mr. and Mrs. White talked about slightly more serious.