We look at each other and giggle, knowing what we just did. As if we have our own inside joke. "Okay, Jessie, just tell them I will walk Mrs. Sinclair...down to the lobby and be right with them, please," he manages without any indication of what we did.I use the arms of his chair to push myself up and off of him, giggling again when I look at you and see our cum on your now softened cock. I notice the napkin on your desk from lunch and use it to dab away some of our wetness from you and then me.. That would also be very humiliating for her. “Mom, have you finished cleaning up? Come on in here,” Joe shouted.Reluctantly Tanya entered the living room where her sons were sitting. What were they now up to? She could not imagine anything worse than what they had just done to her, though. She was stark naked and still full of sperm in her face and on her protruding tits, sweaty and even stinking from the layer of shit around her asshole. She had not yet been allowed to clean herself. She wouldn't speak to me and I knew better than to try to start a conversation. I just wished that I knew what she was thinking. I was worried about losing the money but I was more worried about losing her so I was going to leave it up to her to do whatever she felt she had to do. I was hoping that she would at least let me know what she was thinking.All day Saturday, still no conversation. Then finally at 5:30 that evening I found a note, addressed to me, on the kitchen counter. The note just. I also witnessed Eleanor and Teresa trying desperately to rub their legs together to ease the tingling sensation clearly driving them mad. I urge the girls on as we turned and headed for the car. Emma's climax seemed to reduce the tingling she felt as she move quite freely now, but for Teresa and Eleanor the itching tingling sensation must have been growing ever stronger. The pace they were crawling now was down t a snail's pace as they concentrated more and more on solving their need to.