I might go out with Jackson, too, but only if he'll abide by the rules. I like him, but he's from the same neighborhood that I am and that can distort... your sense of what's real." Well, you'd better work on a name for Carl in a hurry. And don't make plans with anyone for after the game next weekend." Mmm. Thanks for the tip. Can we ride some more?" We mounted and Denise settled back against me and pulled my hand to her stomach where she held it with both of hers while I guided Gypsy with the. . I always really thought squirting was a bunch of fake shit. Till I got pregnant..." What happened then?" I asked, pulling my shirt over my head to wipe off my face."Like I said before; my hormones got all out of whack and I started fucking myself with anything I could get my hands on. As you were," she ordered, reaching inside my jeans to unbutton them and yank them down.She squirmed back on the bed, peeling off her shirt with one hand and furiously working her clit with the other. I stood. He said it doesn't appear as though she is wearing a bra or panties. I said you are right. he said do ya thing she would get pissed if he fingered her. I said she would be pissed at me if she didn't like it. he said do ya think she may still be horny? I said she may be. he then reached over and slid a finger in to her pant leg and was gently rubbing her pussy. he kept at it for a good fifteen minutes and then she began showing some reaction. He said umm now your talking and he kept at it. She. She made the best of a bad situation and frantically fingered herself, thinking about how Luke's penis had stretched her mouth and the taste of his cum as it shot down her throat.She awoke the following morning with a punishing hangover. The enormity of last night's events hit her. She felt guilty of having taken advantage of her own son but she was already trying to justify it. She suddenly realized that her hand had again subconsciously strayed into her panties. Mike had already left the.