. aaaaahhhh… yesss… ohhhh… yesss..”Dad in between dad was saying, “Yes, bitch. You dirty fucking bitch.”After an hour, mom and dad opened ...he door. When mom came out, she was not wearing bra and her boobs and hard rock nipples were visible. And her shorts were wet between her legs.I asked dad was he going somewhere? He said that he had to go for some office work. He told me to go on the dinner table.It was 9 pm. We were having dinner with mom who was wearing no inners. Whenever mom came near. This box was unchecked, which, along with the other checkbox, Amy interpreted to mean that none of the changes she was making would be noticed by anyone other than herself at this point, since she was the user. That was exactly the way she wanted it, so she left both boxes blank, and looked back over at Michael.She noticed that he had glanced up from his computer, and was sad to see that he was looking at one of the baristas instead of at her. Amy looked the pretty barista up and down, and. "Let's go outside."We left the place and walked a bit along the streets, side by side. Suddenly she stopped. "Listen, I am not ready for a new boyfriend. But I like you, and I would like us to be together tonight." So what are we going to do?" I asked."I don't know, but I have to be back at this club before they close. When do they close?" 2 a.m." I said. "Why not drive around a bit?" Okay" was her reply, and we walked back to where my car was parked.It was not a convertible, by any standard,. "You probably thought I was just running off to fuck some guy just to get at you."A look of surprise flashed briefly across my face before I could stop it. My mind flashed on my first impression when I had seen the two of them standing under the tree in the waning evening light. Once again I felt some shame for jumping to the conclusion I had when it should have been the last one to cross my mind.The look on my face answered for me, even though it only flashed there for a blink of an eye."Jesus.