"Martin! What is taking you so long? Dinner is on the table! Would you please hurry up?"Damn it! Martin Willoughby opened his eyes.Oh, well, he though.... Maybe later.Getting up, he pulled up his pants, flushing the toilet for effect. He checked his image in the mirror, to make sure he didn't have a bulge in the front of his pants.He sighed as he noted he didn't and opened the bathroom door, heading down to dinner.Martha Willoughby was not an object to inspire lust. The daughter of a Baptist. She liked the truck, but thought I was crazy to buy it. We walked into the warehouse and I showed her the office furniture and the pool table I still had to pick up. She pointed at other things and asked why I didn't bid on them. I could see where buying a couple dozen wine glasses may come in handy, but I didn't want to store twelve dozen.The crowd was thinning out and I had some help to load the desk and bookcases. I even got the leather desk chair to fit in the passenger side of the truck.. However, I was always distracted during them. For my last interview, I dressed up as usual. I wore a deep V-neck Lingerie slightly see through top and a blazer on top of it. I did not wear any bottoms because, Zoom… they only see your top half.Interviews make me nervous so I figured having sex would help me calm down a little bit. So I messaged a few people to see if any of them were keen to come over and one of the guys I know offered to do so. As I was waiting for him, I decided to masturbate. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “James, I don’t want her to join us!” “Why not?” I whispered back. “Because… she’s our mother…!” “But you’re my sister, and that didn’t stop us.” “Yes, but…” “And didn’t you say you’d do what ever I wanted?” “Well, yes, but…” “Then you’re going to do our mother with me.” With a sigh, Katie nodded yes and started to go back to the bed. As she turned to go, I gave her a playful slap on the ass and a smile. She turned.