I sat back down once my mom turned the corner and started watching the video again. 30 seconds later my moms back with a towel but lays it out underne...ith her. "Why didn't you get 2 if your going to keep that one?" I asked her. "This was the only one clean so we can just share it. Just walk over here when your almost ready to cum. Just aim for the towel and not me. I already cleaned up." She said smiling at me. "I guess so."We both stare back at the tv and the video is in perfect view of her. Do you believe it was, or don't you? Because you should probably just tell me straight out." But I couldn't speak.We drove back to my father's in silence. I let her out and pulled out of the driveway and headed back to Phoenix. I had really fucked up, so I believed. And I spent the next week, a mess at school, convinced of it. Who could I confide in, though? My friends wanted to know what was wrong with me, but there was no real way of saying I was ass-over-teakettle for a girl who was going to. The t-shirt was now pinning her arms together above her elbows, which secured her hands behind her. She could, if she wanted, wrestle them free, but the effect was more psychological than real: her hands were bound behind her, her tits were exposed, and I could do whatever I wanted with them.I let my hands trail down her collar bone, between, but not touching, her tits, and come to rest at the button to her cutoffs.“Last chance to chicken out. Do you want me to take your shorts and panties. The other was Tony, who had kissed and hugged her with his strong arms lovingly around her. He had broken his kiss and was hugging, pulling her blond head next to his as he rammed his big dick up into the place where few others had ever been! Whoa!... Was this sex ever good! It seemed like each time she was with Tony it was like their first time and the sex they had was better, and better than the last! Or was she just imagining this feeling? Several other orgasms rushed helplessly.