Steamy Dreams
After a few more minutes of fruitless conversation, Sandra had excused herself, and rushed to the bathroom, where she rubbed herself to orgasm in less than thirty seconds, the word 'fuckmeat' echoing around inside her brain.
It wasn't as though Felix only used his sister. He still had other fuckmeat come over for sex: their postlady, a cute blonde from his college; a MILF from down the street that Sandra had seen at the supermarket; a girl she'd never seen before, who must have been barely eighteen; a woman who came to the house in a bikini.
She even caught her son fucking Linda, again, in the laundry room, and felt a strange kind of relief that Catherine wasn't the only repeat offender.