She had been gone about an hour so I was sure I was alone. I stood up and striped, and got a bottle of oil from my bedside drawer. I lay down and slow...ly rubbed my self. Man did it feel good. I was rubbing nice and slow and had not oiled myself up yet. I had all the time in the world to work up a good load cause mom was gone for the night. I picked up the bottle and squirted some oil on my hand. I then rubbed it in good on my nice hard cock. I was now fully hard, stroking all the way to the. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" Susan yells and stops moving just as I drive my cock deep inside her ass and shoot my load. My cock jerks violently inside her asshole as I feel her shudder, her own wave of pleasure rolling through her body. She falls forward on the bed, disengaging my spent cock from her tight ass and curls up in the fetal position facing away from me. I lay down behind her spooning my body to hers. Both of us exhausted; we doze off.I wake up to the sound of my cell phone, the ring tone. "And the burn marks?" What burn marks?" On the paper trash and the girls' hands." There weren't any when I left. If I had to guess, I would say they were a crude attempt to frame me. Are there really burn marks on their hands?" They were red and swollen. They said they were burns." I'm sure any competent doctors will say otherwise. Unless the same people who burned the trash also burned their hands." Why should I believe you, over the word of four other girls?" Because it's the truth. And. At that point I had lost all common sense thanks to the cosmos and walk me downs I had been drinking. I was also extremely horny, another side effect of the alcohol. He told me that he was sure that we could work something out. I told my friends I was going to catch a cab and walked out of the bar. He was standing on the corner waiting for me just like he said he would be. We got a cab and headed the shop where he worked. It was almost 2 a.m. and no one would be there but us. When we got there.