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“You should tell them you’re going for tacos.” As the phone started ringing, I looked over at Carol on the bed. She was on her back, facing me, legs spread wide, with two fingers spreading her labia exposing her bright pink labia. She mouthed the words “eat tacos” as I tried to talk to my Mom. Mom was fine with me not being home, but she always tried to tell me all about her life. I have no idea what my Mom said. My eyes were fixed on Carol’s slender fingers massaging her clit. I had dropped my towel and was stroking my now fully hard cock furiously as I watched Carol’s back arch as she came quietly. A significant wet spot appeared on the comforter. Mom prattled on on the phone.

He seemed a little disoriented by the way Mom was reacting, but no amount of confusion could make him turn down my pussy when it was being offered! He hopped right up onto my back and began to thrust himself at me, his hot, somewhat pointy doggie-dick slipping out of his sheath and poking my thighs as I reached back and spread my lips.