Was Tracey's Mom appreciating my physique? Or something more? Could she be masturbating in the darkness as she watches me work out? I can’t see clea...rly enough to tell for sure, but I don’t doubt it for an instant.That though creeps my out for, like, 10 seconds. Then my arousal returns with a vengeance. The idea that watching me could help Laura get off is simultaneously flattering and stimulating. Even if she isn't playing with herself, there’s always the possibility that she will.I consider. Any thought of escaping brought another punishing hand slap against my ass. I was staring into the tweed of the sofa cushion and bit into it for stability agains the raging gail behind me. Nevertheless, I cried out, in manly chest voice at first, but as I relaxed into my role, my screams moans became ever more primal and feminine. There would be more outfits to follow and more submissions and more warm tears of embarrassment and ecstasy as I choked upon his large cock and learned to accept my. Our tongues played with each other, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine, and I could feel her smile on her lips, mirroring my own. Kissing her was one of the most enjoyable activities that I knew, and I lost myself in the feel of her full lips, the touch of her tongue, and the taste of her mouth. After a long time, I whispered into her mouth, "You are the only fuck buddy I know, the only fuck buddy I will ever know, and I will be a happy man forever."The list of people with whom I would. .that's why I have been quiet." Well I am glad you told me, and I don't think your a freak." Maybe...You should come upstairs with me." She said, linking her fingers with his."Allie...maybe we shouldn't. I mean, talking about it is one thing but..." Please, Jason." She stood, and let go of his hand, walking up to her room. She sat on the bed, and waited. A few minutes later he was leaning against her door frame."Hi." He said."Hi." Grinning, she sat back on her hands, her chest thrust.