Today was Saturday, mom would be home all day. So to avoid her, I went over to my girlfriend's house. I began to feel sick around noon so Becky's dad ...drove me home. As I walked in the front door, I knew right off that something was frightfully wrong. The downstairs was deafly quiet but I could hear voices coming from the upstairs. Quietly I crept up the stairway. I could now make out the conversation between my parents, most of the talking coming from my mother."Look John," I heard her say. "I. I thought about this while we were having dinner and I decided to ask her. “Hey, when do you start classes?” I asked. She dropped her spoon and replied, “Will, do you want me to leave? Have I become a burden?” I quickly said, “No of course not! I was just asking because…well…I don’t want you to leave just yet.” She smiled and I got the feeling she knew that already. She grabbed my hand and said, “I still have a whole month left but I’m not sure I should stay here. Don’t get me wrong, I am. "You're so wet, Alexis; you want me so much!" he says urgently against my lips as his fingers begin to stroke over my sensitized folds and over my clit, still so sensitive from my orgasm. I moan "Oh god" and I wantonly rock my hips against his hand. Suddenly, he stops and fixes my clothes so I am covered,"Come on, we need to be somewhere private"He takes my hand and looks out of the door first to make sure no one's watching and then leads me out of the room and two doors down to his dressing. The rapidly swelling ranks ofthe Hounds of Allah Rape Squad were gathered in the shade of a large colouredcanopy drinking cooling drinks and watching the bitches baste in the blazingdesert sun. Mistress Gretchen emerged from the shade and massaged cooking oil onto theirrapidly reddening bare breasts and creamy smooth asses. Their legs were spreadso wide that their slits were opened up and a lot of pink was exposed to thesun. Parts of the human body that have seldom been exposed to sunlight.