A volley of pleads run from my fingers into the messages. One after the other, without having to thing. My fingers knowing what my body wants and re...laying that knowledge to him.“FUCK ME!!!”“Do I have to beg?”“I will!”“I need to feel you tongue on my body, on my clit, on my pussy!”His only response is, “Well....” I continue…“I need to feel your hands on me!”He says, “OK”, but it doesn't register and my begging continues.” I need to feel you hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy!”“Is. I moved my hands up and down his body and I could feel the goosebumps all over him. He was having multiple dry orgasms. We continued to breath in sync and then Allen reached back and grabbed my cock. I didn’t say anything but just waited to see what he was going to do. He arched his back and put my cock inside his tight hole. He took several short breaths not expecting to be stretched this much. I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He laughed then said, “I thought I did!” “I’m. We didn't even bother knocking on Lynn's door. Lynn jumped off her bed when she saw that neither of us was wearing a stitch of clothing. "What the fuck is going on with you two running around like two dudes on a porn set?" Your mom!" was all I could manage to grunt.Mark finished for me, "Is going to Aunt Sally's." Oh, so I guess you expect me to do something with those boners you're both sporting?" Lynn's question was clearly rhetorical as she was already gesturing for Mark and me to move. The lights were turned down low as Tim brought dinner from the kitchen and sat it on the table. The two of them sat at the table eating there food with little talking, just soft loving stares at each other. They finished dinner and Tim sent Heather to the living room while he cleaned up. Heather sat on the couch and found a bottle of wine with two glasses sitting on the coffee table in front of her. While Tim was cleaning up dinner, Heather poured two glasses of wine. Tim entered the living.