Then when the game is over, they get together and have a party. They shake hands and drink beer together and laugh about what happened during the game... and slap each other on the back.”I rolled my eyes.“Except, of course, that what they drink couldn’t possibly be beer because they’re all under age.”“Of course,” said Mr DiMartino with a really dry voice.“That’s what you and my dad need to do. You and he had a kind of fight, so now you need to shake hands and drink beer together and tell stories. The sound turned on Martha who answered by fucking Mitchell even harder. Her pussy had become a bit sore from all of the pumping by the time she had her first orgasm. It had taken so much out of her that she collapsed backwards onto Mitchell’s chest and stayed there for several moments as her pussy pumped a thick liquid. Mitchell’s cock was still inside of her as she gushed. His hands were all over her breasts and he kissed her neck and ears. The quivering of her thighs and the spasms of her. I stopped stroking in case she heard the water splashing. I lay there the palm of my hand wrapped around my pulsating pole, still allowing my thumb to slide gently over my swollen tip. I was desperate for her to come in and catch me. My pulse raced as the sound of her footsteps got closer, then stopped. I held my breath, there was a click and the door handle turned. My heart skipped a beat.Alice appeared in the doorway. Initially she didn’t notice me, as she waved her hand in front of face, no. It was so warm and tender. I could feel him root around looking for my reaction, but all I could think was don't pass out. There was no turning back now his cock in my mouth and his tongue now deep inside me. He rolled me over shortly after and held my hands above my head. I still remember how he felt resting between my legs. His hips pressing out on my thighs and his weight pressing down on me. Then slowly I came to realize that his head was against my opening. It felt so blunt as he shifted.