So I went up the stairs and down the hallway to Summer’s bedroom. Not having children and not being aware of certain boundaries I simply opened her ...door to ask her what she had done with my screwdriver. I stopped dead in my tracks. She was not aware that I was even there. She was lying on her bed, the covers were on the floor, her feet were over her head, and she whimpering as her orgasm rolled on and on. My new screwdriver was sticking out of her pussy or more correctly into her pussy. She had. I imagined that she was eating my wife’s pussy lubricant and all. As I watched her under the door I could see about a foot of the action that was taking place. The woman’s dress was covering her well but then it started to be pulled up. I figured that it was my wife doing it. Soon I was able to see the woman sitting on the floor with just her panties on as she was eating my wife’s pussy. I could see my wife’s hand going down and reaching inside those panties to finger the woman from behind. It. My spankings were getting more frequent. I always assumed it was because I was a teenager now and getting into more trouble. I would have to report to my father for punishment at least once a week."At my mothers guidance I moved my tonguing of her twat to her clitoris. I didn't even know what a clit was until she pointed it out. That's when she had her first orgasm. She continued her story after her intense climax."He wouldn't stop spanking my buns until I felt a warm wetness leaking through. "'Kay 'kay." Cat says happily, bouncing to her feet. "I'll pick one!"You watch her as she rifles through your DVD collection, still humming. You feel all arms and legs, a loose mess of joints and arteries and bones and muscle. The only thing that holds you together are where Cat's sown her kisses, and you're more aware of her stitches than ever. Every movement of her mouth is one you can match to your body.Everywhere but your lips.You sit stiffly on the end of your bed, Cat throwing herself.