We had stopped for a few seconds getting our breaths back from play fighting when I grabbed her knickers, wedgeyyyyy I said as I pulled them up. Ahhhh...nooo she said laughing. I held there as she stopped trying to fight it, stop she said with her face buried in the pillow. I couldn't help but look down at her knickers pulled right into her crack, her ass cheeks on show. Get off she said laughing. I did exactly that I rolled over laying on my back looking up at the celling again panting from. I stood still and tall, as Carla used my cock to cum again. Then we washed each other. And Carrie told us breakfast had arrived. I looked a little confused, and Carla told me she ordered it last night. We dressed and ate breakfast. I took Carrie back to their house. Quickly she changed clothes and I dropped her off at school. Carla had sent me texts asking for me to do some things. I headed back to Carla’s base of work. I had learned over the past two days, Carla’s sexiness and body had allowed. 'Hi Mr Evans,' I said cheerfully. 'Hello Becky,' he replied. 'but please, I've asked you before, call me Bill.' I giggled as I walked in and he closed the door behind me. 'Where's Mrs. Evans?' I asked 'Sandra has gone on a business trip,' he said and I thought I saw him wink. I couldn't believe my luck, but I still saw no way to seduce him. I ran upstairs into Lisa's bedroom, giving her a big hug hello. We almost immediately descended into giggles, for no real reason. We watched a couple of. I don't know. How old's her son anyway?" And then, "Do that again, Billy!" Say 'please.' He's, oh... fifteen, sixteen. Old enough to by horny. Do what again?" Lick my nipple. PLEASE. Lick my nipple, please." And then, remembering the story, she asked, puzzled, "Horny? What kinda story is this, anyway? A mother and a son? And she has to pee? Is this an incest watersports story. You some kinda PRE-vert?" Martina licked her lips and rolled her eyes, indicating how shocked and morally outraged she.