I shrugged."Just a moment, please, Sally." She pressed the handset's 'mute'button."What do you think?" she asked me."I don't mind carrying on cleanin...," I said, "and it might be sensiblenot to make any changes to our routine just now. We don't know what'sgoing on with Beckett and his gang but they could still be watchingus. We shouldn't do anything different in case it makes themsuspicious." OK then," she sighed, "but as soon as this embarrassing masqueradebecomes too much for you, we must. We can all three take one.” Christina smiled at her daughter. “Sound good?” Carla nodded. “Ok, but I’m starving, is it almost ready?” Carter crunched on some ice. “Not even close. But here, I made some guacamole.” Christina gently grabbed her husband’s limp cock and guided him into the kitchen. Carla got up and walked to the table by the front door. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. She gently held the cigarette in her lips, flicked the lighter to. She seemed to be gaining confidence, as I was happy to see, so she said, "Alright. Your turn."I looked at her and smirked. I slid my shorts down my legs, with the underwear. Lauren's big brown eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I was seriously starting to feel offended of these reactions. She looked up at me, and within seconds, her own pants were off. I looked down at her shaved pussy. It looked just as good as the rest of her body. I was in awe. She was literally perfect. I actually. "Fucking Christ on a cracker! What the hell had Charlene done now?"I'm sorry," I said, putting as much conviction into the two words as Icould. Which wasn't all that impossible. I did feel bad about whatevershit Charlene had done. You know, since I had a partial share in theblame that led to our swapping lives."You're sorry?" Dad asked, still looking like he was a pissed-off dragontrying to decide if he was going to breathe fire on me or not. "Yoursister is up in her room, probably bawling her.