I heard Bryan shuffling down the hallway and enter the doorway, bag slung over his shoulder. Indian sex She never emotionally recovered and often dropped Bryan with me while she went out and partied her misery away. At that same moment, I heard a furious slapping sound, like someone faintly clapping their hands together, coming from Bryan’s bedroom. It took me a moment to realize that my door was slightly open. In fact, he couldn’t see it at all even though he was looking directly at it. His left hand was holding the panties in place while he was whipping himself off vigorously with his right. As I stretched out on the bed, I felt my legs briefly stick together right at the top of my round thighs, where my for-sure sticky pussy throbbed throbbed as if I had just given myself a good run with my vibrator. If the sound I was hearing was what I thought it was, then I had a pretty good idea what he may have gone into my room for… I quickly, and quietly, closed the door before he removed my panties and saw me watching him, and headed down the hall to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.
