First it’s my sheet getting pulled down. Then it’s her hand on my pajama bottoms. Then it’s what had been back and forth, now more up and down, ...her so close that the top of her nightcap bounces me, once per stroke.Keep your eyes closed, I repeat to myself. You’re asleep.I raise my hips and shoot.A kiss to my lips and she’s gone, her in her nightcap, me in my wet pajamas.Breakfast time. I hear the two already crashing around in the kitchen.ANDREAKatie and I have been best friends forever, and. "Baby I don't know how this happened. But you know you can't ever tell…..can't tell anyone," mom said.I agreed and said she knew I wouldn't tell. We'd be outcasts and literally ruined.We rose from the bed and mom held her hand between her legs for the short walk to the bathroom. Cum dripped down her legs, through her hands and onto the carpet. She sat on the stool and loosened her pussy. The cum went "splotch," as it dropped from her. I watched her briefly, then she closed the door and locked. Weed sewed the skirt for Rebecca. Mid-August in Athens, however, was scarcely the place to be wearing wool.She looked around as she descended the steps from the airplane, half expecting Wesley to be waiting for her. Or perhaps Ryan McGuire. Her visualizations on the airplane from Rome were mixed. She chanted a spell Mrs. Weed had taught her to put herself into a visualizing trance and settled in to focus on her husband. But images of Ryan kept intruding on her subconscious. The men were locked. "So you talked to him. So what?" He told me that he brought up the uh... suggestion that I had about you, him, and I." You mean sharing him?" she said, hissing a little but keeping her voice down. "Yes, he brought it up. Did he tell you what I did?" He said you slapped him," she said tonelessly."Damn right. And I oughtta do the same thing to you too."Now it was Michelle who shrugged. "And what would that accomplish? It would hurt my face, it would probably hurt your hand, and nothing will have.