At 9:00 exactly there was a knock at the door. I unlocked the door, turned the knob, Gina and Susan came bursting in. "On your knees, slave!" shouted ...ina. I dropped to my knees rapidly, more surprised than frightened. Susan quickly darted behind me, and planted her sandaled right foot for such a little girl. I fell forward. Gina grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. "Who told you to put on shorts, slave?" I started to reply, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Gina shouted, "Silence!" Pushing. I tried to think of a solution and I needed to come up with one quick but it was hard to stay focused pressed against my totally naked mother. It was had enough to just stay still let alone solve a problem. And then it came to me. It was simple; mom had already solved the problem for me earlier. She had, in a matter of fact way with me, explained when we were both awake that I just had to cum to get to sleep. I had to get it over with and then everyone would get the rest they needed for. Time almost stood still for Jane as he knelt down between her thighs and, slowly easing her soaking wet panties from her, went down on her probing her moistness with his tongue and rubbing her stiff clit - no man had done this to her before!As he knelt there licking her cunt she watched as his rampant cock oozed a little of his own juices that hung from its eye like a warm icicle swinging with his every motion. Then she noticed his ball bag hanging there and the two huge bollocks that jiggled. "But before we go, I thought you should have an idea of what I need." I just indicated that she should lead the way. Christine walked along beside me, holding my hand. The house had a broad front and stepping through the door, I got the feeling that if it was not square, it was pretty close to it. The floors inside the door were hardwood and as Maureen closed the door, Christine slid into my arms and kissed me again, this time with real passion, her tongue seeking mine and we danced like that.