I knew my son well enough by now, even sexually, to see that he was close. I desperately wanted to see him explode all over himself and the two girls,...but I was equally afraid they were going to give themselves away in the process. I couldn't be too obvious, but I had to make sure Sarah's attention was diverted. I pointed out a billboard and said something about a tiny little detail about it, so she would squint and focus entirely on it. It seemed to work, and it distracted her even from Matt's. It was as tight as the other things. She picked up the black shoes from beside the suitcase instead of the ones I'd seen inside and had me sit down. "Tina's are just too small," she said. "I'm sure Shelly won't mind." I recognized the black patent leather shoes that Michelle and mom had compromised on for her school dance. Michelle had wanted to wear her first stockings and high heels. But mom would only agree if the stockings were white and the shoes still looked like little girl. She quickly got up and returned a few minutes later with a cheeky and mischievous smile flitting across her lovely face. When she sat back down I quickly set about exploring her lovely femininity and found that she was quite wet. I so wanted to fuck her there and then but clearly that wasn’t possible with all our colleagues around the table. I asked her if I could take her home afterwards and she told me that a couple of our colleagues had brought her and arranged to take her back home. I knew my change in behavior was a total 180, but still, when I started hanging around his room asking for hugs and kisses he was always very free with the love and he never made it seem like a big deal. He liked to dote on me, but I could tell he also genuinely liked to touch and be touched. That was how I knew I could eventually get him. Ryan and I were a little less than two years apart, and while our younger siblings got home later than us especially due to soccer, ballet and other extra.