<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><strong><em>"Have a good day, Chanel?"</em></strong><br/><br/>I have a good view into the kitchen from my lazy position on the couch, and I watch Reese envelope Andi and mom in his lavish hugs. I can imagine him hugging me like that, how his hard, strong body would would press against me, his arms pinning me helplessly against his firm frame, and his rapidly hardening cock pressing against my belly. Of course, I have no idea that's exactly what he just did to our mothers. The thought of feeling him like that stirs my core and I start to ache once again.<br/><br/>I can never have enough of him. One minute I'm innocently lounging on the couch, and the next, thoughts of Reese taking me, using me, filling me, claiming me swirl through my head and start that burning ache between my legs all over again. It seems the simplest of comments are enough to rouse my need and desire. I'm tempted to drag him into the downstairs bathroom for a quickie, the thought of Andi and our mother on the other side of the door as we fuck in the naughtiest of ways, makes the ache even worse,<br/><br/>When the doorbell rings, I barely contain my groan of frustration at this intrusion on my plans. But, I haul myself grudgingly off the couch and join everyone in the kitchen. I catch Reese's eye and bite my lip seductively, certain that he knows exactly what I want and need. Once I'm sitting at the table, I open my legs enough that a groping hand or and inquisitive foot can reach my moist, hot core and stroke against the velvet lips in the most tantalizing way.<br/><br/>Again, the idea of doing these things right in front of our parents sends another thrill of excitement through me, and my mind wanders to just how exciting it would be to fuck in plain sight of them. I wonder what their reactions would be. I sometimes feel as though they might know our secret anyway already. And if they do, does it turn them on as much as it turns me on to think that they know?