I was always embarrassed right after coming back from being an airhead. I said the dumbest things as a bimbo.But I had so much fun.Frank grabbed his p...one from his discarded lab coat, swiped and tapped on it a few times as he navigated it. “Okay, timer’s running. Let’s see how long this dosage lasts.”I shivered, fell to my knees, and sucked on my husband’s cock, cleaning off my sour ass. It was the best way to pass the time. And, hopefully, this version of the intelligence serum would last for. Yes, Good evening said Jim and Fred with the emphasis on Good. “Hi” I muttered – “What do you want to drink?”. “Oh, you know the same as last night” said Jim with a grin. As I went to the kitchen to prepare their coffees, I noticed that the couple were still at their table and looked interested in the exchange. Strange but I tried to ignore everything and concentrate on making three coffees despite the fluttering in my stomach and the damp panties. Well I thought at least with that couple there. "Frank, you've got a couple of big expenses coming up. The kids will want to get married this spring. And there's college after that. Let's figure out what we have to work with. Then we can all make our plans and nobody will have any unrealistic expectations."Frank thought that was a wonderful idea and proceeded to tell us where he stood. He and Margie lived from paycheck to paycheck, with very little left over. Their IRA account wasn't all that much, either. They had managed to set aside about. I was shocked, but given my orientation, it was more fascinating than a problem. What I underestimated was the impact it would have on Mom.Mom is a gorgeous forty-year-old in terrific shape with a body many girls half her age would envy. She is also very loving and has a pretty high loyalty factor. So while Dad has been . . . involved . . . Mom has been spending time online and masturbating multiple times each day. I am worried she’s going to do something crazy and either get herself in trouble.