My mum left the living room. xxx sex I just hoped that my mum wouldn’t pick that very moment to barge into my room. But he wasn’t finished with me. He was obviously more interested in younger women. “I really don’t think we should be doing this.”
“Oh, God, Marie.” He said, rubbing my lower abdomen and pussy through my tights and panties. I pulled my skirt up above my waist and opened my legs. “Yes, eighteen today
“Happy Birthday!”
“Thanks.”
His gaze flicked from my face, to my breast and then down to my hemline again. I just hoped that my mum wouldn’t pick that very moment to barge into my room. I don’t know why, because I actually liked my boyfriend. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. Part of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and blazer on my desk chair and sat down on my bed with a sigh. I detached myself briefly from creepy John’s cock, choking and gasping for breath. Before you do, could you do me a quick favour?”
“Sure, mum.” I said, happy that she hadn’t seemed to notice how flustered I was. It initially worried me that my mother was attracted to him. “Oh, yes.” Sneered creepy John.
