The Process of Illumination

Date: 01.07.2007

Keywords: of, Illumination, The, Process,

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He followed her up the stairs. Velma was in the kitchen when Max ambled up the steps. She had one foot on the kitchen counter and the wet dishrag wiping the cum off her legs. She shivered noticeably every time the course rag touched her still tingling sex. She threw the dishrag down and looked at Max, her hands on her hips.

"Now Maxwell Jones, we will continue this later. Jess is gone for the entire weekend," she said with a deliciously evil grin. Max's face slowly twisted into the same grin.

"Oh hell yes, we will," he said. Velma tromped upstairs to her room and Max stayed in the kitchen. She wasn't up there for more than two minutes and she came back down. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose orange sweater.

"Now Velma, is that anyway to go out?" Max asked stepping over to the base of the stairs where she was putting on her coat. She looked at him devilishly.

"Why Maxwell, whatever do you mean?" she asked demurely. Max's hand shot out to her crotch and he rubbed the seam into her pussy. His other hand moved up to her stiffening nipples and pinched both of them.

"Tsk tsk tsk. No bra, no panties…just where are you going?" Max asked, moving in and nuzzling her neck. She giggled and whirled away.

"None of your business. But if you're a good boy and come back tomorrow, I might just tell you what I did when I got there," Velma said flirtingly as she opened the door. Max couldn't help but notice the evil twinkle in her eye. Before he could respond she was out the door and it was shut.

"Now what would you be doing with my parents?" Max thought out loud, his dick getting hard again with the thoughts that were racing through his mind. "I wonder what else is in the photo album," Max thought out loud again and started walking through the kitchen, his hand going to his already stiff prick.