It was still going on when I went back downstairs. It was still going on about ten minutes later when I saw Becky pull up in front of the house. I ran...out the door as quickly as I could, hopped in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.“Why the rush?” Becky giggled as I fastened my seat belt.“Mom and Dad are going at it,” I shrugged.“Fighting?”“No, they’re, uh...” I started to blush.“Are they fucking?” Becky giggled.“Yes,” I groaned.“In the living room?” she teased.“Of course not!” I sputtered.. We found it three doors later and itwas a nice room! Light blue with white trim and lace everywhere! I couldhave done without so much lace, but what the heck, my aunt needed her funand enjoyment, too. A pale red and very sheer nightgown lay on the bed. Amatching robe lay next to it. It was a fairly short nightgown and would noteven cover my fanny if I even bent over a little bit! {Ed: All Brits maylaugh loudly here; 'fanny' means 'backside' in the US and is considered MOREpolite than "butt".. Closer than you really ever get at any other point in time. Do it enough, and it becomes platonic, even though to an unskilled observer, it looks like you are having a good more sex on the floor than anybody has any right to. My little blonde Ashley had done it enough to become a touch platonic. But with a little wine, and the soft lighting, and soft melodies from the sax resonating in our bodies, when my leg went between hers, she danced her pussy right across it, and came back for more. She. "No, honey, must wanton," she replied. She lounged back on a deck chair, one knee bent, the other over the side, her pantied crotch on display to those they passed. "Besides, my panties look like a bikini." Hardly, Mom," he said. "I can see the shape and color of your pussy hair. I couldn't see that if you wore a bikini."She flicked him the finger, grinning lewdly as they passed two men in an outboard. One of the men waved, and Shellie swung her knee wide. She greeted the laughter of the men.