I look up at John. He grins down at me. He is not the least bit worried that someone was joining our dance. I look up, turning my head to glance over ...y left shoulder.'HOLY HELL! THERE ARE TWO OF THEM!'John laughs. "Marissa, this is James, my brother." "Twins?!" I say a little shocked. "Yes." They say in unison. "Wow! Okay then!" I giggle to myself.We dance the remainder of the song, then wind our way back to our little bench. Watching people dance, the three of us make small talk. "My. Her man. Her eyes drifted over the masculine beauty before her. All that? Hers? Wow. Okay then. Finding her voice again, she asked, ‘are there boyfriend rules?’ His grin was pure evil. Gone was the pouty boy. Now she wasn’t so sure she wanted to know what the boyfriend rules were. He dipped his head to brush his lips over hers. Movement to her right had her turning to catch Michael in the room hefting handfuls of what looked like sawdust on where she’d heaved. Embarrassment had her gasping and. What is happening to me she thinks. Then realizing it’s another orgasm Valerie arches her back and pushes her pelvis as hard against John’s cock as she can, driving him deep inside her. Valerie wants John to fill her completely; she wants all of him inside her. Valerie’s hips thrash rapidly as she is in the throes and fervor of release and her arms, weak from the waves of passion, collapse and her body falls onto his. John shifts his hips up to get maximum penetration and holds Valerie in his. She couldn’t believe her mother was going into Frank Sr.’s bedroom. She didn’t have any problem believing her father was welcoming Frank’s mother, because she had heard plenty of stories of what women in the congregation and at the club that her father was fucking. She always assumed her mother either didn’t know or just accepted it as natural for a husband to fuck other women. On her way back from the bathroom she stopped outside of the master bedroom and heard her mother begging Frank Sr. to.