As my hand moves over your thigh, I can feel you starting to become aroused, and at the same time, feel your hand drop slowly down over the top of my ...leg. Running my hand over the front of you, using just my fingertip, running from base to head, and hearing a slight groan from you, and I tilt my head and kiss you deeply. Your hand, in turn, has reached my warm center, and as my heart pounds, I move my leg to give you access to my body. My hand closing over you, I slowly start to move, feeling. “Yes, something like that. My mom kicked me out, and your dad invited me to move in with you two,” I replied. Then Jeanette gave me a big hug. She felt bad for me and her being my best friend, how could she not? She felt my stomach once again. “Well you'll at least let me be the godmother right?” Jeanette asked. “Well it's wide open right now, and you are running unopposed. So I gotta say it's looking really good for you right now,” I replied. So we put all my stuff on the couch for the time. She had already removed her dress. I found her standing with her hands clamped between her legs, and her legs crossed over her hands. She was doing a little dance on her high heels. When I walked into the house, she yelled, “where is the fucking key?” It was difficult to suppress my smile. That wasn’t a nice way to talk to somebody who had interrupted his day to come home to help her. “You don’t get the key until I have my say.” “Just give me the fucking key.” she repeated. Now I was. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Each thrust produced another crude grunt from her mouth until it seemed to her like drums echoing in the air from a distant fantasy land. But this is no fantasy. It was all too real. The drumming was her head banging against the heavy leather of the recliner across the room from where they started.In an effort to meet Lou's relentless pounding, Laura climbed the chair with her hands, knees on the floor, resting her hands flat against the lower back of the seat. Lou didn't miss.