Maybe she was back to get some stuff she’d left behind after she cleared out so fast.Now that she was finding all his trash, Cameron knew he was scr...ewed. If she checked the whole house she’d find him here in the basement and call the cops. Heck, she’d probably call the cops anyway now that she found all his crap. What was he going to do?A rumble from his stomach provided an answer. Yes, that was one way to deal with the problem. He could sate his hunger and deal with the situation quickly.. For this moment I was very uncomfortable. And ever-so-paralyzed that my cock was about to grow.So for the next 15 stoned-out minutes, I had a chance to think about it. My mind wondered through a series of feelings: fear (very short-lived, given my mom), intrigue, lust, modesty, and finally resignation. I was never weirded out by it, even when I was at my horniest self, as I wondered what fucking her would be like. "That's never going to happen, but wow, imagine that!" I thought. I didn't feel. Based on her experience if she paced herself right she would feel good throughout the night. She also tended to find herself very horny in such a situation. It seemed that night would not be any different.The three of them walked together, Pam between the two of them. The small talk continued and the three of them got along wonderfully. There was more conversation between Mike and Pam. The two of them had never spoken, so there was the usual get to know each other conversation. It also was. She and Claire were the shift managers at Empire Jewelers, and they already alternated Fridays and Saturdays so that they still had part of a weekend to themselves– but Kirsten was always looking for more time off, especially on weekends. Claire almost didn’t answer it, but the thought of waiting to find out who her boyfriend was fucking via Instagram updates made her sick.“Bitch.”“Look, already, hear me out.” Kirsten always started strong. She never stopped talking until she was finished with.