You could stay over tonight,” said my mom.Oh shit, things were really going to get good tonight or so I thought. I went back to the kitchen to get t...he noodles but once I returned I didn’t see my friends or my mom. I looked everywhere until I found them in her room talking.“So Ms. Martinez, what’s your secret for staying in shape,”I couldn’t believe it! My friend is flirting with my mom! This shit really got out of hand. They kept talking and all but the chat was getting a little sexual. Once my. Unadorned, made of faded bronze…just another plaque stuck to the side of a deteriorating brick building, tilting a little bit to the left in its old age. The curious and careful reader would find Olde English lettering, scratchy and unpainted, informing that the bar at the bottom of the stairs was called ‘The Rage.’ Not many people can claim to be curious and careful reader, however, so it was a name very few were aware of. If the dilapidated condition of the sign alone wasn’t enough to. Last night I had her however I wanted, and now I could only watch her thong begin to get wet as she rubbed her vibrator up and down her pussy. She leaned back and brought her hand behind her back on my chest, putting all her weight there so she could lean back directly over my nose and mouth and continue massaging herself. She had this mischievous grin on her face, and my boxers were strangling my rock solid dick. I watched as her thong got wetter and wetter and her moans got louder and louder.. Five minutes after there not so innocent hug both girls were dressed and were just finishing packing their bags as they didn't know how long they would be gone searching so they decided to pack a spare pair of clothes, a few toiletries and a sleeping bag just incase they weren't going to make it back one night, they heard another knock on the doorRon:- *Seriously, are you two ready yet, we do have harry to look for you know and the longer you take the further away he could be* he shouted.