While squirming, Annora had caught glimpse of Catherine's inner thighs. "oh my gosh," Annora signaled for Catherine to hear her whisper. "you're not w...earing undies?" Annora asked slightly blushing.Caught, Catherine was not sure what to tell her but the truth. Catherine decided to nod. "You- wow, okay," Annora said while Catherine began to camouflage into a tomato. "you are ballsy!" Annora exclaimed a little too loud for Catherine's comfort. "I- it wasn't intentional, I just didn't want my mom. I take him in my mouth and begin to move my head up and down. He pushes my head down and I feel his cock get hard on my tongue. I begin to moan, his cock tastes like cock....very good. I feel his hands inside my dress, grabbing my breasts, pulling them out of my dress and trying to teach inside my panties again. I just let him touch all he wants. I continue to give him a horny up and down blowjob moaning as I please him. He calls me the colorful names, slut....etc. I don´t care. I continue to. Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Gerald Lamons was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.Cassie watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was husky and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. She felt a fizzy tingling run. On several occasions while at his place I had seen his mom in various states of dress or undress. My favorite was when she answered the door one day in just a lacy bra and a slip I remember that day was a scorcher she gave me a big hug and told me john wasn't home yet but would be soon so I waited and enjoyed the view. Or we were out running the street looking to earn money or just screwing around. We were not rich by any means but we had a good life and friendship. One summer we our worked at.