Your mom has a boyfriend. She likes him better than me, and as far as you two are concerned that's pretty much the long and the short of it." Dad! Mom...would never do that to you," said Mark. "She loves you. She told us so today."Both of us, right, Mel," said Mark"Yeah, dad," she did."She didn't say anything about her boyfriend then?" I said."No, dad. She said you were really mad about something, but she wouldn't tell us what. She said you'd have to do that," said Melanie."Typical," I muttered,. After the talk with my dad, where he emphasized a few points he had made earlier to me while mom was out of the room, he gave me a few rubbers, and told me to make damn sure I used them. He then talked about responsibility to Tammy, and how I should at least clean the car out and wash it before I picked her up for church, and also in the future when I bring it home, which should be rarely. (Emphasis on the rarely.) It was almost like he felt affronted by it, which I guessed he might have, or. My pussy grinding into his tongue, his fingers probing my g spot as he worked for my juices. I could feel my pussy tighten around his fingers and my clit pulsed on his tongue. Working his fingers faster as I thrust to meet them, my cum now dripping from his fingers and soaking his face as my body shuddered and I came all over him.This only fueled his excitement, he worked in another finger and just finger fucked me harder and faster. My body responded so well to his touch the orgasim didn't. It was small but comfy. I took out my tools, I brought my laptop into the house, I removed two half completed novels, three porn magazines and my personal papers. I left the spy cam hooked up.I'd installed the cam and a silent alarm a few months ago when there was a wave of neighborhood break-ins. I had remembered to disable the alarm but hadn't unhooked the cam. It was concealed in the ceiling, it was easy to forget. I didn't forget.Every woman on my wife's side of the family is attractive..