The pot roast was not dry. I think it was the best one my mother ever made. She finally broke the silence. "I told you the roast was dry." She was fis...ing for my father to make a comment how good it is. By the noises he was making while he ate it was evident that it was good. "It is very good, the best ever." He gave her a wink. "Thank you Leo." She said. Her pet name for dad was Leo. She use to joke that is was because he was such an animal in bed. My parents were always open about sex. Mother. Jay took his foot off the accelerator, looking for a place to stop.He knew he wasn’t far from a good spot, and he found what he was looking for , it was starting to get dark so it would be safe enough, a car-park they had stopped in before and had some fun time, still not sure if a lorry driver seen them or not but the thrill was amazing, and the thought of being in the same place aroused them both. He pulled up to the back of the car-park, stopped the car, turned off the engine and leaned. You sure drain it." I'd hate for it to give out on both of us."He laughed. "Me, too. Now we'd better hurry. I think we're both supposed to be somewhere."Sammi made a perfunctory search for her panties. They were around somewhere, probably kicked under something in her excitement. Oh, well, as long as she kept her skirt down nobody would notice.Cindy and the other girls were waiting outside the building. Sammi felt wet and open, something she felt at school, but not quite this way. The morning. The whole drive there I kept thinking about all the possibilities and whether or not this was what I truly wanted. Finally we arrived. I went in and paid for the room. I came out and met Jeannie in the parking lot. She was grinning from ear to ear and told me that her stud had arrived. She took me over and introduced me to him as her slave. He was a few years younger than me, in better shape, and a little taller. Considering that Jeannie had already described his cock to me I thought to myself.