I filled the small gas tank, on the Honda powered trike before I left. The trip took me about forty five minutes. I didn’t mind the leisurely drive,...since I had nothing better to do. I didn’t drive the bike at anywhere near full speed, because I still had concerns that it might flip over. It was a known issue with tricycles.Besides it gave me time to think about my personal life without any interruptions. As I had for the last week, I reran the images of Lucy and me watching the movie. Even. It's time for a little after dinner entertainment!"Sue walked over to Kristian and said "Help yourself!" as she pulled him to his feet.Still naked from the waist down, his heavy cock landed on the table with a thump.Lucy's pussy spasmed and started to twitch violently. Pussy needed feeding again!Sue unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor and lay on the dining table in front of Kristian.Her womanly curves, ample breasts and gaping pussy were too much for him to resist. He placed his helmet. It wasn’t because it had happened with my mother. It was because what had happened was so special, and so precious, I wanted to keep all of it for myself.Mom put down her fork and stared at me. Her fingers picked the fork back up and fiddled with it.“How do you feel?” she asked.I was young and not all that bright, but I knew what she was talking about. I felt like my answer was the most important answer of my whole life. And, unable to put everything that was threatening to break my skull open. Susie smiled vaguely and answered in one word questions. Carla was obviously relieved when the men returned.They had wine with dinner and brandy afterwards, too much to drink maybe because Susie sat like a lump, a washout, maybe a dumb house-wife, she thought. The booze gave her a headache and when they got home she took sleeping pills and zonked out. During the night she thought she felt Brian stick it into her but she was not sure.In the morning she came alive. Alive, yes, skipping and.