I found a very nice black halter-topped dress. It was clingy, with a tie around the neck, mostly open back, and several very long slits up the leg to ...mid-thigh. It looked very classy and very sexy; it clung to me (and Mom, for that matter) like a second skin. No way was I going to wear panties. I just pulled on some long black thigh tops and black ankle strapped high heels.I also ‘borrowed’ a black beaded clutch purse; I carried my wallet, a lipstick, my vibrator, and a tube of KY. If anybody. Her right hand grabbed my flaccid cock.“Lenore?” I asked.“I want to do this,” she said huskily.“You hate the taste,” I tried to point out.“No, although my parents told me it was wrong, so I struggle with this mentally. However, after last night if I want it hard, I have to do something,” Lenore responded as she started to lick my cock.She was right that my dick was showing little sign of rousing. I decided to delay washing my own body and instead pulled out the nozzle for shampoo and squirted. But I reserve the right to ask you if you’ve lost your mind!”“A question I don’t have to ask you because we already know it’s true!”“You’re assuming I actually had one to start with!”“True. With guys, you do have to wonder!”“You know I love you, Lissa. I just don’t want to hurt you in any way. How was Friday night?”“We never made it out of Glenda’s dorm!”“Did you get ANY sleep?” I asked with a grin.“A few hours. I took a nap yesterday afternoon.”“You’re like the kid with the new toy!”“And you. His hands are all over her ass. He’s pushing her down. His massive cock is in her pussy and he’s not wearing a condom. We don’t use condoms so we didn’t even have one in the house. She wanted his cock inside so bad she didn’t care.The second I step out of the room I bet she jumped on that cock. How long have I been in the kitchen? How long have they been fucking? I’m frozen. I’m speechless. How could she do this? I already let things go WAY too far. We don’t even know this guy.She’s sliding up.