So my daughter had a friend sleepover last night. When her friends mom came to get her she was super flirty and knowing I’m fairly handy asked a question about fixing screens. I said I have the right tool for that let me run out to the shop and grab it. She followed me to the shop and the minute the door closed she grabbed my crotch and said this is the tool I’m looking for.
Now I didn’t see this coming as we have gone over to there house for drinks and while all spouses have been present she never gave off that vibe. Maybe she noticed I constantly stare at her.
I turn around and we start to passionately kiss with our hands wandering everywhere you would expect. She was wearing very short athletic shorts and a cute top. So it was easy to find her soaking pussy. She was grinding herself on my hand like she hadn’t been fucked in months. I’m pretty sure she came from just his right here because she tugged my pants down and deepthroated me. As I’m holding her hair back and all the noises that come with a BJ I can feel myself on the edge of cuming. I pull away and guide her over to a work table and lay her down on her back and start to eat and finger fuck her with my middle and index fingers. She is moaning so loud that I was worried the girls might hear. Then she says she is cuming and her pussy gets even wetter. Then she asks me to bend her over and fuck her from behind. As I’m fucking her she is trying to stick her finger in my ass. Then I explode my load into her. She can feel it and starts to freak out a bit. She calms down and kisses me for what seems like forever. Come to find out she is ovulating and that is why she got so freaked out. I assured her that I had a vasectomy and she has nothing to worry about.
We got dressed and she got the screen tool and left.
My spouse just texted me and asked if I wanted to go to their house tonight for dinner and drinks!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ujutrp/sleepover_pick_up_mf
Great story. Good luck with the dinner and drinks. Think she’ll be driving your cum