Peering into the kitchen, I saw a young woman seated at the kitchen table in a tank top. Her brown hair hung loose and messy around her shoulders. She... had rather nice, full breasts that stretched the top a bit. A bowl of cereal and a steaming mug sat in front of her. The woman looked familiar but I couldn’t recall a name. Presumably, she was a party guest who had stayed the night but I thought I knew everyone who had come. “Hi,” I said tentatively, “You up early, too, eh.” She looked up and. I had been hurriedly straightening out my garage. When I heard her hooptie start next door I knew she was on her way. As she drove up, I motioned her in. She stepped out of her car with a pair of blue-jean "Daisy-dukes" on with a tight yellow "wife-Beater". I could tell she didn't have a bra on. I could vaguely see the outline of her cute puffy nipples. As I was checking her out I noticed she was looking at the crotch of my golfing shorts. She walked around my crowded garage while dreaming. I dried him with the towel and as I did so his penis began to rise again. "The wonder of a young man," I told myself.I held his rod, which by now was pulsating in my hand and was as solid as an iron bar. "Come on fuck me," I ordered him.I spread the towel on the floor and lay on my back, holding my tits. They were both leaking milk now and droplets flowed onto my chest. I spread my legs wide as he moved on top of me. I steered him into my wet cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me hard."He thrust into me, his. He went over to the table and picked it up. Behind him, he heard a noise. He quickly put the jar down and turned around to look if he's been caught, but didn't see anything."Must have been my imagination," he thought.Suddenly, he heard another noise from in front of him. The shattering of the jar on the floor. In his rush to check the noise behind him, he didn't put the jar fully on the table. The liquid in the jar behaved oddly. Instead of splashing everywhere, it all seemed to stay together,.