“Yeah,” Bobby said as he began to eat again. I could not see even half way to Mrs. I continued to stroke up and down and felt my hand slip over the head. I picked up the pace and squeezed a little tighter. I turned back to the screen. Feeling the moisture from my pussy running slowly down my legs, I wondered if I would have to wear a pad to keep from wetting everything I wore from now on. He began to stroke me harder and I went far beyond any place I had ever been. I looked at Bobby and he was staring at the TV with a forkful of pot pie frozen half way to his mouth. Soon I was tensing up but not so much that I could not continue to stroke Bobby’s peter. “I got you off by sucking on your titties. I wish they would show us just what it looks like to have his peter in her pussy.”
“I wonder what it feels like,” I mused. “I will right after you do me.”
“I can fix dinner,” I said as I continued to
