"Yes, we are girlfriends. If you don't like it, sod you," she toldthem.Laura then persuaded them to leave. Paula still had a birthday party toattend.*...* *"Let's get this party started!" said Paula as they entered the house.Her euphoria was still very much visible."Oh, I see you got your jacket then?" said Joanne."Got it? I raced my best ever time and got to meet that woman mechanicagain."Paula then did a twirl, giving Joanne a good look at the back where thesignatures were."So, going to wear. It took a second or two for my mother's question to percolate through the sensations of fucking my own father; and even longer for it to make sense and let me remember what she was talking about. "I'm not sure," I responded; lifting my hips off the bed to try and capture even more of my father's wonderfully stimulating prick. "Probably about two weeks ago... I think." "See what I mean," Mom replied to my father. "She could be ovulating any time in the next few days. It's not a really good. If she was in a confessional mood, she would admit that she sometimes fantasised about his thick black cock parting her pale pussy and ramming into her, but she had never seen him naked and until a couple of weeks ago thought she never would."Oh you do," Sarah replied cheerily and stood up. "It comes with a matching bottom." Hey Sarah, is it true that you have to shave your pubic hair?" Louise, a small geeky red-haired girl at the front asked and Sarah looked seriously at her."Oh yeah. Why. The shushing had come from one of the two bedrooms to my right. My tip-toeing feet followed my ears, and I began hearing more sounds—moaning, panting, shushing, slurping. They were coming from Zander's mom's bedroom! I eased toward her cracked bedroom door and knelt, getting a good view of Zander's mom's large, creamy tits rising and falling with her breaths, while her son's head bobbed up and down betwixt her thighs, lying on his side. Holy shit! I thought.Zander, my best friend, was licking.