One Saturday afternoon Timmy was helping me put away some boxes of yard supplies up on a shelf when I started to loose control of the box I was puttin...g away. I yelled for help as he was picking something else up at the time. Timmy got behind me grabbing the box. As he we both held the box above our heads Timmy’s crotch area was rubbing against my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my cheeks. I pushed my ass back against him feeling his hard dick poke into my ass and told him that. I left the door partly ajar fearful they might hear me close it, because her loud moaning had stopped for that period of time. Back downstairs I felt an extreme wetness in my boxers. I ejaculated and didn't even know it. I took my boxers off and fell back asleep on the basement couch. In the morning Ryan was gone. My mom was high on life. Both of them have no idea I saw them. I continue to ejaculate to what I saw that night. They still fuck around once in a while… but they tend to do it when. “You think Jane is okay with this? She did stop you earlier.”“She had sex with you didn’t she?”“That’s true, maybe it’s something you should discuss-”He had kissed her again, this time guiding the girl to her back. He was braced over her, erection pointing severely.“Mmm, you really are a scumbag.”“Huh?”She shook her head and pulled him in, kissing him fiercely. He moved his hands to her shirt and tugged it up and over her head. When he was tossing it away the girl unclasped her bra and exposed. You must be very proud?” His velvet voice brought me back to reality. No one had ever said something like that about my cunt. My pussy was my “money-spinner,” because men paid me to allow them to stick their cocks into it. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my.