A few days alone with Adam were not a good idea, but I couldn’t say no to Rachel. After the dinner Rachel offered me to stay, as it was quite late, ...ut I avoided because I didn’t want her to find me in his son’s bed. One evening I got a call from Rachel, she had to leave for the business trip a day earlier. The day I was worrying about had finally come. I packed my clothes and things in a bag and went to Rachel’s house. Rachel was still packing in her bedroom and Adam was helping her. Seeing me. Her titties wiggled slightly causing my rock hard cock to throb even more. Dutifully she poured the oil into her palm but let the fluid flow slightly longer than I had suggested. She apologized and then looking back at me she rubbed her slippery hands together until they were entirely covered.“Let’s not waste anything . . . take one hand and rub the oil all over your breasts and make them all shiny.” She shook her head in disbelief at my suggestion, but almost mesmerized she cupped her breast. I’d been measured a lot lately, starting with the tailor at the Men’s Wearhouse, then Louie’s Formal Wear, then Riko Whitcomb, and finally, Desi—who took some measurements that weren’t given to her mother. Six-and-a-half inches. I got a nice plaid flannel shirt and a bomber jacket, too.Mom approved the sleeve length and then looked critically at my selections before approving their purchase, along with several new pair of underwear and socks.Then we headed for the Men’s Wearhouse again.“You. She could feel herself getting close to an orgasm right before he pulled out without any warning. She felt him move around the bed, undoing all the cuffs. Her clit was throbbing but she stayed where she was. From the corner of the room, she saw movement. Panicked streaked her face as she realized someone was in the room with them. He walked casually over to the bed. “Get up.” He demanded. She scrambled to get up as the man who had already fucked her senseless laid down where she had been. “I.