I let out a groan of relief.“You were almost naughty, young lady,” Daddy groaned.“Yes, Daddy, but I want to be a good girl.”I truly did. Which...was why I needed to control myself.A few minutes later, Mom parked on the side of the road. Down the sidewalk a block ahead flashed Wicked Dragon Tattoos. I shivered, our destination. My nipples throbbed as Daddy gave a final twist before he wrenched open the door. I groaned as I climbed off his dick. His cock popped out of my pussy. I stumbled, my. No, he’s gone to London to visit his aunt and go to the cinema. Anyway, can you come upstairs and help me with something?”“Sure.”I went up the stairs and on reaching the landing, I looked up towards her open bedroom door. She was standing there stark naked with her arms stretched in the air with a cheeky grin on her face. I froze in my tracks at the top of the stairs. “Mrs Johnson, I’m so sorry! I didn’t…” I managed to blurt out.“About what?”I must have looked a sight, standing there with. Emma’s hand is getting a little sore but seeing Donald’s red ass on her lap stirs her so. His cock being held so close to her slit, she knows he must feel the fluid dripping and saturating her panties against him. She feels him getting more firm too.Donald squirms on her lap, both from the need to try to lighten the sting, but feeling Emma’s juices so close, he wants his prick nearer.“Be still Donald, you know you are not supposed to wiggle,” Emma admonishes him as she places her left hand on. “Thank you sweetheart, very well done,” she complimented me, standing up. “Shall I offer your services on the surgery notice board?” she chuckled, smiling naughtily. “Come on Lou, your turn now.”In a jiffy, our daughter was supine on the marital bed, her fancy dress skirt up under her butt. Fuck! she looked eminently shaggable. Helen was sat on the dressing table stool watching with interest, but I was in a strange dilemma. They had planned all this and clearly had the watch agenda sorted, so.