They might get tired of seeing you so often...Mom come into the conversation, I saw Idella at the grocery store this morning honey she was telling me ...how much Fred enjoyed playing Rummy with Billy Joe. They don't have any kids of their own. Said he was like their own son... I don't care Dad replied but come home early.... I helped Mom clear the table and wash the dishes...I couldn't remember back when I didn't have to help with the dishes....My fantasy's of fucking my Mom still ruled the. ..My sleep-fuzzy brain registered a noise coming from Saralinda's room. A woman was crying out her climax. That must have been what woke me. The moaning continued, muffled through the wall. I swallowed hard, and felt tears well at the corners of my eyes. It had to be Saralinda and Malia, and while I knew I had no right to be jealous, ... Well, I was alone in bed, and overtired. And, darn-it, I felt empty and abandoned.The noises next door quieted down, and maybe I fell asleep again. I. My saliva was now running down this pole making it very lubed up for my added hand job or should I say hands job. I really wish I could completely swallow this dick but it was just too big. Having my audience really motivated me and I was rock hard in my own pants."I'm fixin to nut," moaned Freddy. "Don't you fuckin stop. Stay on that mother fucker," he added in a grunting tone.I could hear the girls encouraging me as they took turns giving directions, "Suck that dick! Yea white boy, suck that. Maybe I should study geology?" Cathy said with a smile, not letting go of me."You know, if you weren't so pretty, I'd call you a geek!" We've been teasing each other, and I thought she'd tease me right back.Her eyes went wide. "Really! You really think I am pretty?" She was not playing. I glanced at Pamela and she nodded. She didn't seem jealous at all.I softened my voice. "Cathy, you are gorgeous. I think you need a few more pounds, maybe. I hope you are not dieting. But you are as beautiful.