Well, after lunch, when I watched Sarah and Andrew making love, I got so damned hot that I think I came in my pants. I’ve never had an orgasm before... but watching them got me so hot, like a spring being wound up, and then it snapped and I felt a gusher come out of my pussy. I could tell that you felt me have a physical reaction and I saw the result in your tights. You have a really big one, you know?” she giggled.“Yes, sweetie, I did feel your emotional aura. You had the same effect on me that. .. Beth, you were here; I wasn’t. If you’re comfortable explaining, would you?”I inhaled deeply, held it, then exhaled, and nodded my head.“Dad finally admitted recently that he really loves this ... whatever we want to call it. I don’t know if he’s always been the one to provide constraint or if getting involved with Sandy caused him to be more conservative to counteract Mom’s ... full-steam-ahead approach to things such as ... this. However, he admitted this weekend that he truly loved this. I like to relax by giving head, and you do not need to do anything in return." Carl finished his coffee and said, "My place is not too far from here, if you would like, you can follow me to my apartment." In a few minutes, we entered Carl's apartment. The living room was large with a leather five-sectional couch, potted plants by the sliding glass door leading to the porch. The sectional separated the living room from the dining room. The kitchen lay beyond a long marble counter top. For living. As she was mesmerized by the rhythm he was pumping his cock at, she noticed the froth of precum that had formed at the edge of his hand. She figured he must have been doing this for quiet sometime now. As she lowered to a squat she realized she was wet, actually more than wet, soaked. Oh no she though as she looked down, it looked liked she had completely wet herself. In all her efforts of worrying over her wetness she didn't hear the twig snap she was holding onto. The next thing she knew she.