"At least let me call you a cab," Stacey relented, and started dialing the phone while I dressed.Finally I was ready to go. "I'm sorry I have to leave... like this," I told her. "I had a really good time."She smiled. "So did I. You'll see me when you come home, right?" Her look made my knees feel weak."Try and keep me away!" I laughed, and then we were kissing again, as if it were the first time. Our bodies ground against each other, and it was nearly impossible to force myself to end it and walk. It was just ... t the perfect storm of situation, desire and me being overworked, tired, drunk and all the rest. He asked about you, but I was deliberately vague. You were a writer, that was all I told him." Whatever June. You can tell me whatever you want and I will never know, will I? You can lie through your teeth, as you have been, and I would never know," retorted Dan. "For all I know, you could have both been having a good laugh about me. I'm sure you were." Dan ... I would never laugh at. If I hear it, I usually check to see if their door is closed…if it’s open, I jerk off right there in the hallway while I watch them fuck.”“Wow. Cool. Well, come get me next time so I can watch with you.”Which he did. The next time he heard my parents fucking with their door slightly open, he crept down to my room and woke me up. We tip-toed down the hall to the crack in the doorway, and watched my mother bouncing up and down on my father’s dick, her big boobs slapping against each other on. For the first time since this had all happened I actually felt myselfapproaching the weirdest climax I've ever had and yet my poor limpnesswas just flapping about against me as he pumped me harder and harder.Unbelievably it didn't take long before my penis was dribbling a clearstickiness over my thigh and I lost my head squirming in moaning ecstasyunder him as he stiffened filling my insides with his ejaculate.He collapsed on top of me then, quickly asleep, his weight trapping methere beneath.