I wondered the hell he had in mind, but I was civil, as was Heather, though she still refused to put on clothing, much to my amusement and his shock. ...y wife was still as naked as Eve, to use a biblical reference, letting Jake Lark see her rather ample charms, including her glorious bosom and bottom.Nicole shrugged when Jake looked to her, as if asking her non-verbally about Heather’s nudity. He cleared his throat, looked at his wife, and then looked at mine, before turning to me. He covered. “Please, little devils on my shoulder, shield me from judgment so that I might sin!” “OK,” said devil-man. “The clock starts at dawn.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dawn. I snuck into their house. The doors into the garage and from there into the house were unlocked. I had one chance to do this, to make him cum. Orgasm, la petite morte, the little death, was what the demons needed to get in. I crept up the stairs, freezing. I let go of Mom and we followed.We spent most of that day doing the usual beach stuff. Sunning, reading, trying to ride the little waves, throwing a frisbee, taking walks. Mom played and had as much fun as any of the young college k**s. She really did fit in with them. It made me proud of her.The girls wanted to get dressed up that night. Brad and I just wore khakis and polo shirts, but we learned the girls shopped together before the trip. They had matching little black dresses. They were. ’ The art with that shirt displayed a man and woman in the missionary position. Another shirt had a picture of a very worried mouse with the words, ‘Pussy? Where?’ in large letters. The t-shirts came out when the girls discovered that they could also get away with wearing a thong instead of a monokini for the rides, thus all one saw from the right angle was dental floss or a whale tail.All the trips home with one of the women on the Harley generated weaving cars next to Dave and his passenger.