I showered and dressed, repacked my papers in my slim briefcase and took the back stairs down to the kitchen.“Good morning Linda, Tom,” I greeted ...he couple who were sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea.“How did you sleep, Mr Harry?” Linda asked with a knowing smile as she rose up out of her seat, “Bed not too ... lumpy was it?”“No, I slept well and the bed was absolutely perfect. And just call me Harry.” I wondered how on Earth it was possible to keep secrets in a well-established. I came through the door and he was on the couch, clearly he was drunk, like I asked him to be. I stepped to the side of the door, opened the front of my coat, and eased my skirt up, so he could catch a glimpse of me mostly clothed, but exposing the proof that I was not wearing underwear, and giving him a brief flash of my bald pussy, and my flat stomach. I have a six pack! As he looked me over with drunken eyes, he looked horny and excited. He moved to get up, but I motioned for him to stay. She hugged me as my breathing returned to normal, then whispered, “I never did that for your father.”I snorted. “Yeah? Well, did he eat pussy?”Grinning, Mom said, “No.”Pushing Mom down on her back, I handed her my shirt. “Yeah, well, bite down on this, because otherwise you’ll wake the neighbors.” I lay down between her legs and put every lesson every woman had ever taught me about cuntsucking to use. Mom’s clit was promisingly inviting as he peeked from between her bare cunt lips. I licked, I. . . but then, of course, the surf would have drowned it out in any case. I sat back down. The fog turned to haze, and then the sun began to burn through. I began to unbundle. The warmth was welcome on my face and neck. My hands worked more easily as the muscles soaked up the solar energy. It would be lunchtime soon, and then perhaps Meg and I could go for a walk on the beach afterward. And then there would be the evening. I began to debate with myself about the evening. Should I be more.