“Where’s mom?” Deana asked. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes had a twinkle, and she moved with an airy grace. Okxxx She stared down at him. His aching balls were pressed into her protruding backside. On the drive home, Candy had convinced herself that cheating with another woman was better than fucking her husband’s son. “Dee, take it easy. “Talk to me.”
“What if I like it? “See, it has pockets.”
“Dress,” he repeated and looked her up and down. Maybe I can help take care of it for—”
“Go back to pretending you were sleeping,” Deana said and shoved her friend. Her hands trembled, and her heart pounded. “No, Dee, no,” he mumbled into her mouth, but she ignored him and opened his zipper. His aching balls were pressed into her protruding backside.
