Evans had never acted weird before. I mean, yeah, he'd checked my mom out, but every guy on earth does that! It hadn't ever bothered me very much.Josh...s dad. I thought he was the coolest guy in the world too. He was cheating on his wife. With my mom! How'd he end up over here anyway? What? Did he sneak out of bed? Tip-toe out of the house like a thief while his wife was sleeping? Probably. What a jerk! I'd never cared before. I mean, yeah, my mom had a lot of guys. A lot of married guys, I knew. The brooch gave him no feedback, as if Sable were busy, too busy to notice McAllister's confusion. Just as McAllister was about to turn and estimate the distance from the outside wall of the palace by the shape of one of the eight arches, he found himself having a conversation."Make polite noises and ooh and ah," the Mother said to him in her silent way, and McAllister nearly jumped. "Don't make it obvious you've noticed this isn't the center of the building. The staff watches for that. As soon. Something pretty momentous had happened, as far as I was concerned, but at breakfast the next morning she acted just like usual. No blushes. No furtive looks. No apparent guilty conscience. She was just Claire. In fact, all day long she was just ... Claire.Which is why, that night, after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, I was actually surprised when she slipped through the partially opened door of my room again. And again she was only wearing panties and a T shirt.She had that look in her eye. She stood with her back to us , looking out the window at the big garden outside where the rain still pelted down. What was she thinking? It was less than an hour since three strangers had knocked on her door, and already she was naked with them and had briefly been vigorously fucked by two of us, although we hadn't come, as well as receiving Tom's massive dick sliding once up her bum. She had cried out with several orgasms as she had been fingered and caressed and licked. I am a gentle soul by.