She had a nice orgasm then got to cuddle with her favorite person, what more could she want? I was excited. “What the fuck was I thinking? “Sorry about that,” she said. “It wasn’t Gene it was her mom!” I blurted out desperately. She got a little chuckle out of it, “Yeah I can see why you think that. She was furiously pumping her fingers inside her pussy until she froze on the spot with both Izzy and I know watching her. If not you can climb on top and get it over with.”
She reached out towards her nightstand immediately and pulled out a small bottle of lube with a smile, “Deal.”
I couldn’t tell whether to be mad or excited. “I buried the hatchet,” Izzy announced with a sigh. She was lying on her bed completely naked, flipping through a magazine to pass the time until I arrived, and when I did, she tossed the magazine aside and beckoned me to her bed with a single finger.
