"Miranda, you really have to call home to just to talk more often," he chided amicably as he stole a second glance at Misty, "You keep missing all the...good family gossip."Miranda found herself unable to keep from chuckling. "Alright," she said, "We'll certainly be there. But when Mom gets back, tell her we're at the Club. I want to see who's in town this year. Besides, I owe Zack a favor."It was Misty's turn to blush as she recalled the arrangement Miranda had made with her fellow courier.. Without interrupting their kiss, they rolled back onto the bed and subtly writhed against each other as Adam continued fondling Hannah’s posterior. Emboldened, she let her hand glide down his back until she was grasping his bottom, too.Adam’s hand slid up her side and onto her chest, where he grasped a tiny tit with his thumb and forefinger. She she was so small that she didn’t own a bra. He gently squeezed her nipple, feeling that it was no larger than his own, even when excited.Unbeknownst to. We don't have what I would call an "open" marriage, but we both enjoy sex enough to understand that sometimes things happen. We've shared a number of people in threesomes, participated in a few orgies, and certainly been with some people privately.On more than one occasion I've come home smelling of another woman's perfume (or her pussy), or her with a pussy full of cum. It's always prompted a night of crazy and wild sex between the two of us as we recount the story of the day. Suffice to say. I put my arms behind my head. My cock was hard just anticipating my mother walking through the door. She came in, no masks for either of this time. This time we would both know we were fucking each other. She stood there looking down at me smiling broadly. I moved my fingers over my shaved cock area and opened my legs so my balls were easy for her to see."Hello Mother," I said looking up at her. "If you take off your clothes, then we'll be even. Of course I have nothing to say in all.