I know that nothing can be done but I request you to talk to her. She misses you. She needs a friend. Please talk to her. I am begging you as a mother...”I could sense a change in her voice as she spoke. I wanted to console her but my vocabulary was limited to ‘yes’ and ‘no’. I tried my level best to avoid speaking but occasionally a soft moan escaped my lips. Emily had now taken my cock into her mouth and was teasing me. I knew that I wouldn’t last long. I muted the call and let out a loud. Thus exposed, Sharon got brave. "You can touch them if you like."My hands moved to cup those heavenly orbs. Sharon sort of sighed. "You're the first one to touch them."I gazed back at my sister, gently fondling her tits, "Yours are the first I've ever touched."Whatever was going to happen next totally froze when we heard the roar of the automatic garage door opening."Mom's home!" I shouted the obvious.Sharon shoved my hands away and pulled down her shirt. I reached up and tweaked the twin. And there are plenty more. Brenda and I do a bit for Helping Hands - it's all voluntary. Our contribution, you could say. Think about it. You'll come up with lots of little ways we can help. And one big way." He paused and looked at his wife. "Do you want to take over, Brenda?"To this point Mrs Johnson had participated only with the occasional nod. Now she said, "Well, no need to be shy, Mr Roberts." She leaned forward and put a hand on my arm. "May I call you John?" If you wish." The thing is,. But she was in no way satisfied yet. She grabbed her dildo and rubbed it up and down her slit, lubing it with her pussy juices. She slipped a single finger into her warm hole, feeling her own silky wetness. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night, when Dom had slipped his fingers into her dripping cunt... She was on her knees; head down between the pillows with her tight ass sticking up in the air. Dom was behind her with two fingers buried deep into her pussy and his.