Kevin was startled, fearing he might wake his mother, Rachel Harris. He hurriedly ran back to his room, not even taking the time to tuck his cock back into his pants, and jumped into bed, covering himself with the blanket, pretending to sleep. His mind was racing with worry. Would Mia Wilson tell his mother? How would he explain himself if she did?
Mia walked to the door and gently opened it, seeing no one there. She was puzzled, thinking it might have been Rachel getting up to use the bathroom. But as she was about to return to her shower, she felt something sticky underfoot. Squatting down, she saw a thick white liquid on the floor with a familiar scent—it was semen. Besides herself and Rachel, the only man in the house was Kevin. Could it have been him at the door?
