Her voice was, I figured, enough to get his attention and sure enough, the door to his room opened quietly just a hair."I don't care if he's asleep or... not, I want you." I hoped that would be enough clue for Woody to know it was okay to do some Peeping Tom. Tia walked over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of my chair. Her breasts escaped from the t-shirt. She leaned forward and pulled my shorts down and started giving me head. "Don't forget your pussy" I ordered.Her hand slid across. Me. Here,” and with this she moved her hand down the side of her shirt and across the mid-section of her jeans and to her crotch like she was modeling what she wanted him to do, leading him with it.Here do this, then this, then this.She breathed out a bit when she felt her own hand skirt across the zipper of her jeans. It was nice to feel even the little bit of pressure from her own hand. You know those camera zooms in movies when the subject gets bigger and the background gets smaller? Julia. Our hands landed on top of one another as we both reached for the utensil, and I looked up and saw Amelia blush as she withdrew her hand with a soft, “sorry” from her lips. We served ourself some food and went back to sit on the sofa as we ate. Both Amelia and I were completely exhausted from the emotional evening we had been dealt, so conversation was sparse. We sat close to one another, our legs touching, and we ate in silence. I could tell Amelia was still brooding about the events of. She particularly reminded me that I had said I liked to taste my precum. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty clear that my low riding shorts were bulging a bit. As I leaned back, I unbuttoned my shorts. Just after that, I heard conversation and a moment later a 20-something man and woman on trail bikes came by within 10 yards of us. They looked right at us and had to know we were up to something...all the clues were there. But, I watched them ride off and I really didn't.