Shit. Sorry about that. Umm. Look I’m fairly certain you don’t want to bunk in with Max and I.” “Now there’s the understatement of the year....�� “Ha! I’m pretty sure Sarah won’t mind if you jump in with her. If she does I guess you’ll have to hit the carpet.” I felt more nervous climbing those stairs to potentially spend the night with Sarah than I did masturbating in public with her. Before I could think too much about what that meant I bit the bullet and walked in to the room. Sarah had changed. If she sucked on my lips, I sucked on hers. If she pressed her tongue on my clit, I pressed mine on hers. When she fucked me with her tongue, I did the same. She tasted sweet. I don't know how to describe it, but it was nice. After a few minutes of oral exploration, I felt something on my face. I opened my eyes to see the head of a cock. Mike’s hand was wrapped at the base and he was guiding it to me. I opened my mouth and his cock slid on my tongue as I closed my lips around him. His member. But Madeleine wasn't dozing. Through almost-closed eyelids, she had observed Phelps' as he was observing her. He was trying to look as cool as he could, but it wasn't working. As he had approached her, his pace had slowed to a crawl. When he continued out of her field of vision, moving toward the marina, Madeleine waited for a couple of beats, then slowly, casually, shifted until her head was raised and facing forward. She saw him board a nearby cruiser. From the corner of her eye, she saw him. Here’s some money… why don’t you and Robbie and Wayne go out for a while and catch a movie or something.’ Eighteen-year old DiDi smirked as she took the cash and the car keys from her father. She knew why they were asking them to get out of the house for a little while… ‘Sure, Dad. We’ll make ourselves scarce for a while so you and Mom can have sex!’ Then she walked back to the door of the family room and yelled at her younger brothers, ‘Robbie… Wayne!!! Quit your arguing and come on! We’re.