" She started to close the door."Can we talk, Mom?"Lani stopped and took a step into the bedroom. "What did you want to talk about?" I want to talk ab...ut you and me." Danny patted the mattress. "Come sit down by me." There's nothing for us to talk about if you want to talk about what I think you want to talk about." Even as she was speaking Lani shuffled forward a few steps. She wondered if that sounded right. Her senses, though slightly dulled by the alcohol, told her to turn around and walk. I looked at Hubby and asked if it was OK. He readily agreed. We both know that coffee with s*s meant something more than a warm drink. With that being settled, s*s then said 'Oh I forgot, I don't have any cream at home' winking at me. I replied 'I think you know where to find some though.' She gave me a beautiful sly smile as she put her arm around and headed towards the door.As we left the restaurant, I put my arm around s*s too and left in front of Hubby. We know that the sight of the two. She started sliding her wet pussy across my face. I slid two fingers into her pussy and she let out a loud scream. Damn you would think she was being killed. I grabbed her ass and slowed her down to where I could get my finger in her tight little puckered butt. She took a deep breath and slowed her movement down almost to a stop. I worked my finger in and out slowly stretching it getting her ready for what I had told her I was going to do. I then slid in another and then the third. Her. When he finally pulled into the garage behind the house, he put the truck in park and killed the engine."Lord," he whispered aloud, "if you let me off this time I swear, I swear I'll never do that again. I swear it."George wasn't religious. But prayers like that had worked in Vietnam. It'd been that long since he'd needed them. He got out of his truck.When he entered the house through its side entrance he was amazed at how quiet everything was. It was disconcerting. Mary wasn't there, cooking.