Her parents lived in a comfortable, tudor-style home on a quiet, tree-lined street. We pulled into their driveway about three in the afternoon. Emily ...umped out of the car, hurriedly pulling me after her. The front door swung openopened and my heart stopped."Mom, this is Mike Dillon. Mike, this is my mom, Vicky Warren," Emily said.Vicky had a soft, questioning expression as we exchanged polite hellos. The world swirled and I floated in unreality as we unloaded the car. Emily's younger sister,. I knew what she wanted me to do. I was incredibly turned on and could smell her wet pussy. My two weeks of chastity won the internal conflict and I slowly bent down and placed my mouth on her freshly fucked pussy. It smelled like sex. Like the sex I hadn't had for weeks. It was pungent yet wonderfully everything I wanted. I ate the cum out of her tentatively at first and then with abandon. "My ass too." She said, and I attended to another load the man had deposited there as well. I had no. By the end of dinner and a great bottle of wine, we had become very close. Then I felt a hand sliding on my leg. Tricia, who was sitting next to me had a smug look on her face as the hand worked its way underneath my shorts and up to my underwear. The smug look became a grin as she slid her hand along my stiffening cock. I was thinking that this could be fun when I felt a foot sliding up the other leg. It was Robert putting in his two cents worth. I looked at Tricia and said, “if this. It bulged for the eight inches of lentgh, obvious to the world. She reached a hand over and stroked my cock through my jeans gently. “You don’t seem to mind at all” she laughed. I felt the heat rush to my face then, dick leaping and fighting to break free from the restraints of my jeans. She held firm, timing her squeezes between throbs. I shifted again, and her hand fell away. As I made move to get up, she beat me to it and stood in front of me. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black.