I could tell she was getting fucked good. Looking at the tent in Mike’s pants, I could tell he was excited himself. We sat there a bit when Mike go...t his courage up and ran his fingers up my thigh. His touch sent shivers up my spine. When I didn’t move his hand he took it as encouragement and leaned down and kissed me. I didn’t resist him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. While we were kissing I could feel his hand working higher up my leg. It wasn’t long and he. For some reason I just started crying, no reason but just to cry, as if I was crying out 3 years worth of hate towards my mother for breaking up with my father and fucking every man she came in contact with. I hated hearing the sounds of sex coming from my mother's room every night, of every year. I realized that Langdon was reading mind through my eyes and saw my pain. "How about you come live with me?" What! I don't even know you." You know me better than that woman in the bathroom stall. Why did you have to die?"The voice belonged to Bob, Janelle's boyfriend. She felt her hand stroking him, and that wasn't too strange; she had touched his sex organ before, even kissed it. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back down and rubbed the shaft and imagined that her lips were kissing the head, then surrounding it. Her body moved up and spun around,. Evening came and, when I went into the livingroom for a break, Amy, Valerie and Mike were all huddled on the couch playing Nintendo. I could see the colored light, from the screen, playing across their faces. The TV was the only light in the room and I walked over and turned on a lamp. The three didn't seem to notice.I got me a cold Miller from the refrigerator and went back in the den to work.Around eleven I left the den again. My fingers and eyes were aching from the work. I could hear a.