I’m very close, you know I am close, my shoulders and tits and face pressed down on the bed, my ass in the air, my fingers busy between my legs, get...ting so close.Cindy says, ?she is such a pretty little slut and so excited, should we let her go all the way?" He chuckles, "Not yet. Stop!" I stop, frozen, but my hands stay inside my pussy and against my clit. They want to stay there. I feel bodies get on the bed on either side of me. One moves in front of me, legs sliding down my sides as I. ” I stated, kicking a pebble from the sidewalk. “Junk, huh?” “Yeah, I’m a sucker for stuff I don’t need and will probably never use. I did buy this wooden chair once for a dollar and it’s in my bedroom, that was a dollar well spent.” “Maybe I can see this chair in your bedroom sometime.” He flirted. I looked up at him, smiling. “Maybe.” “You’ve got a nice house, what do you do with all that space?” “Fill it with junk.” He laughed. “Lets see if we can’t find you some more today, that’s a. .. since...She started to turn away, and I saw that her soft legs had bruises and scratches along her inner thighs. I called out, slurring a couple words as I tried to stop her from leaving. She looked warily through her tears as I got myself to my feet, my head pounding. She must have seen something I didn't mean to show, because her eyes flashed recognition, and she slowly helped me to a bench. "Who hurt you?" she whispered shakily, causing me to wonder at her words."You ... knock ... down. Mom leaned forward in an exaggerated fashion that emphasized the jut of her behind for a prolonged moment, mercilessly recalling my memory of the same pose she had struck when my jiz filled her panties. She always turned to smile sweetly at me when she straightened up. Each night, I went to bed with an unfulfilled, steel hard boner. No matter how hard I spanked the monkey in bed as I pictured Mom in my mind's eye, it was a far cry from sliding it into her throat.My father hung around the house.