We finally went to bed, and had a great restful night. I had to get up really early to get ready for a meeting, and so I left the house before she eve... got up.When I came home that afternoon, again I found that Sheila had beaten me home, and again she had taken the dog for a walk. Inside the house, I found once again another mess. She left all her breakfast stuff out. She had strewn her clothes all over the floor. Her makeup was out and everywhere in the bathroom, along with a new bottle of. She reached down, turning the skirt around so the zipper was in the front, making eye contactwith Vin, smiling at her eldest son as he slid the zipper down.With the button undone, she raised her arms a third time allowing Vin and pull the skirt up over her head.She took a slightly wider stance, leading to back slightly, maintaining eye contact with Vin as he admiredher nearly naked body.She looked down, smiling, as her son slid four fingers inside inside the elastic band of her Panty Hose.Vin. I figured I now had a solid C-cup. I could feel my hair now tickling my shoulder blades. I was sure Iwas now a knock out, all around. I sat up, and put my seat belt back on. Ilooked quickly into the rear view mirror, and saw that I had some cum onmy lip. I licked it off, and swallowed it. I looked at Chad, who smiled atme."That was disgusting..." I said, feeling self loathing at what I had justdone."You know you liked it," Chad said. "And don't worry, maybe I'll returnthe favor later."I blushed. That wonderful bliss filling up my asshole. My eyes fluttered. There was just such a treat to being fucked up the ass by him while our daughter ate out my pussy.Becky's tongue grew surer. Bolder. She fluttered through my folds, teasing me. My juices poured out of me. She moaned as her tongue stroked up my labia to my clit. I gasped into Sam's pussy, my bowels clenching around my husband's plunging dick.“Damn, yes!” growled Steve. “Oh, that's good. Your asshole is tight!”“I bet she is!” groaned.