‘Oh okay, cool. So about this weed…’ ‘Well, you see… We need to christen this bike. You help us christen this bike and we’ll let you walk...away with an ‘O’ of this stuff right here.’ The bearded man motioned to the other men to close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California’s finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, ‘What do I have to do? Like, for this christening.’ ‘Nothing much… You just wiggle out of those little shorts and hop on. No man had ever been this attentive to her toes.When he started working up her legs she parted them slightly to allow easier access without fear or concern. He did indeed have magic hands. She dozed. Eased by the warmth, and the soothing hands. Her emotional turmoil overcame her and she slipped into a hazy doze.She was startled back into awareness by the sudden awareness that his hands were gliding over the soft inner skin of her upper thigh. A black man's hands were close to the top of her. I was pretty sure that he wanted a close up look of her tit. I got up, picked up a plate for Cari and one for me, and sat down alongside her. We sat there getting to know each other and enjoying each other’s company.While we ate and drank I also casually got to peek down Cari’s gaping top. Most of her breasts were exposed to me as her top stood out away from her chest. It appeared that her breast was entirely covered by her large, light tan nipple. She caught me as I looked down her top and. ”Dad took Mom’s bra, panties, skirt, and blouse with him as he left, closing the door behind him.Mom crawled in under the covers with me. Her hand reached my stiff cock. Then Mom said, “I thought you were awake. Did you see everything? Did you hear what your father said?”I answered, “He said that I could fuck you.”Mom giggled and rolled onto her back spreading her legs for me.I rolled over and slipped my cock into the same hole that I had came out of, into the same hole that Dad had just.