Chapter 1572 Soccer Moms I'd Like To Fuck:>2
- During clean up, there were several times the storm caused the lights to flicker. At one point they went out completely. Trixie reached for the cabinet underneath the sink where they kept a flashlight. Her arm brushed against one of the boys. More specifically, it brushed against the crotch of one of the boys. The contact was brief, but Trixie could feel the heat emanating from beneath the material (she thought it felt like soccer shorts). Whoever it was, he was semi-hard down there. And he was big. She felt someone bump into her from behind, and felt another dick, this one completely rigid, temporarily slide along her butt cheeks. She felt her heart beat faster and her palms began to sweat. But as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Trixie realized that one of the things she was feeling was disappointment. She shook her head. 'Just remember,' she thought. 'Half your age, half your age.' She found the flashlight just as the lights came back on. She was bent over reaching into the counter. She glanced back and saw all of the boys looking at her posterior before guiltily looking away. Trixie could hardly believe she had that kind of affect on them. After all, they probably just saw her as an old lady.
- It was past ten o'clock but no one seemed tired, so Trixie popped one of her husband's action movies into the dvd player and they all sat down to watch. Trixie was distracted though. She could get the thought of what happened earlier out of her head. She found herself wondering whose privates she had touched with her hand and whose had been nestled between her butt cheeks. Two people were wearing soccer shorts, Dennis and Mike, so she must have accidentally groped one of them. The one at her backside . . . 'Oh, stop it, Trixie. It was nothing.' She just wished she could convince her still rapidly-beating heart that it was nothing. And she wished she could stop staring at their crotches.
- Eventually the movie ended and it was time for bed. She put two of the boys in the spare bedroom, one in her son's room, one on the couch and one in the overly-large recliner chair. She then went to her room and got ready for bed. She slipped into a pair of lacy, powder-blue panties and matching bra. She didn't realize until she was brushing her teeth what she was wearing; it was her favorite 'fuck me' outfit she wore when she was trying to get her husband's attention. Now why had she put it on? She shrugged and climbed into bed. It was awfully hot and humid, so she threw back all the covers and lay there almost completely exposed to the world. Without even thinking about it, her hands drifted south of the border. She often masturbated when Paul was away. Hell, she often masturbated when he was around. She slipped her hand under the flimsy material of her underwear and began fingering herself. She was already quite wet down there. She was surprised at how anxious she was to do this, considering there were strange people in her house. The moonlight was shining in the open window, bathing her body in a magnificent pale light. She reached orgasm in record time, and she tried very hard not to gasp out loud. Her body shook while she continued sticking her fingers deep inside her body. It felt . . . well, delicious. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move. She realized then that the door wasn't completely shut. 'Oh my God,' she thought again. 'Please don't let anyone have seen me.'