It was always 'framed' by stockings and suspenders, and there was nothing I liked better than to grab her by the hips and slide my 7" cock into her wa...ting cunt. Emma had a way of pushing her arse back at me as we fucked that turned me on no end, and she would reach between her legs and cup my balls in her hand. Like Mum, she was a loud fuck, and there were stains on that settee that no amount of dry cleaning would remove!Then, soon after my 20th birthday, Dad died in an accident. I moved back. Not that it matters because all he could do is whine to the exact same manager who shares my extremely low opinion of the pimply-faced pain in the ass (it is only a rumour that the guy I replaced was fired for hiring his annoying hind end, but he wasn’t a happy camper so I think that he hired Stumpy as revenge). Even if I was spared the pitiful complaints of my least favorite employee and most of the store was still standing, I was still disappointed in myself for running late. Not so. “Now you boys get cleaned up and clean the house up, too. We won’t be going out for a while, and a girl needs to get ready.”Once the boys had left her bedroom, Jessica pulled a robe out and wrapped it around herself. She sat back down on the edge of her rumpled bed and looked around. She signed in resigned amusement; she needed to clean her bedroom as well, but if she asked either Toby or Andrew to help, they’d simply come back in and start fucking her again!It was half past seven when she came. Her pussy looked like the pictures I had seen only now it was real, I so wanted to touch her but I had to fight the urge back. “Ok, show me how you were washing Rachel when she felt funny” we both stood and I showed mom what I was doing, but this time I kept my hand back a little and didn’t touch Rachel. Mom shook her head and told me to do it exactly as I had been. So I showed her again and this time I touched Rachel’s, slit.Mom then explained about sexual touching which was what I had been.