For all four, he corrected himself; their parents would dig the action as much as they would, he was sure. He listened for the station wagon to pull o...ut of the driveway, and sat for a few seconds after he was certain they were gone."Mom," he said, "can I help with the dishes?" I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly. "They can wait, but I'm not so sure I can."She held his hand as they walked into the living room and they separated only to close the drapes. But he wanted some. So back to this string of current events. She has been coming over to do their laundry regularly since her home flooded in the hurricane. If we happen to have a load in the laundry, she leaves her basket on the floor and comes back later to do theirs. On more than one occasion I have pulled her panties from the laundry and rubbed my throbbing cock into the crotch, even filling them with a load of cum more than once.Just telling you this story makes my cock throb. I could barely wait for the. . ?No!? She started to cry. ?Please don’t!? He didn’t stop. The silky fabric floated down her sensitive chest ever so slowly. It felt like an eternity had passed and all the while she kept her eyes tightly shut. She tensed as she felt the warm evening air dance across her bared breasts. Cringing, she lay there, completely repulsed. Though she refused to admit it, she also wondered if, and perhaps even hoped that he liked what he saw. She chanced a look and saw him looking. Just give me 2 Mins. We can go in my bike”, replied Rajesh and started treading down the stairs.He got into his room and put on some clothes, came out and took his bike. Vaishnavi was there and she got on behind him and they rushed to the hospital. On the way, she was crying and leaned on his shoulder and her eyes dabbed his shirt. He felt the moisture envelope and he turned to his side and consoled her that everything will be fine.They had inquired the doctors about his condition and Rajesh.