My breathing was heavy, my eyes wide open despite the darkness. Molly was still softly mewling at my kisses. My eyes travelled downwards as I thought ...aybe… No. I couldn’t. Molly would never forgive me.“But Molly wants it,” the devil in my ear told me. “What’s the harm in trying? As long as you go slowly…”I hated myself. Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted up her shirt just enough so that my hand could snake its way in. My hand fluttered across her perfect silky skin until it got to the final. .. I forgot! You are married! Or you are according to that little piece of trash that suckered you twice, left you naked and sunburnt and nearly got us all killed. What was her name, Saffron, Yolanda, ... Bridge-work?"As Mal detected the twinkle in her eye, he realized she was yanking his chain. He rose up to pounce on her. "You little minx ... I'm gonna tickle you until..."But she was ready and spun under him so that her toes were under his armpits before he could get anywhere near her."Hey,. “Damn, Okasan,” moaned my sister. “You're just going to town on that asshole. Ooh, finger my twat, too.”“Hey,” Mary had sent. “So... I just heard from Britney and, well, I think you should get a pregnancy test.”“Is she pregnant?” I typed back.“And her mom and Mrs. Thompson.”My jaw dropped. I glanced down at my mother feasting on my sister's asshole. “How about you?”“Waiting for my aunt to get back from the drug store so we can take our tests,” Mary answered.“Fuck me,” I muttered.“Language,”. “Relax, Ann. If I apply too much or too little pressure, you let me know, okay?”“Okay” I managed to mutter.Oh, jeez! I thought. What if he has an inkling? What if he smells my sex?Since the massage table didn’t have a face hole, I laid with my head turned sideways, able to view the balcony door. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Jim, but try as I might, I couldn’t see him. He was staying well hidden.Timothy proceeded to pull the sheets down to my waist and oil me up. His warm hands felt.