I told them I'd be there at ten, but I got there at about 9:50. Her office was normally not open on Saturdays, but they were both there for me. I walk...d into the unlocked office to see a mostly standard waiting room. It had mildly comfortable, dark chairs along the walls, a coffee table with psychology magazines, and a plant here or there. The window the secretary sat at was on the far wall, facing the door, and a hallway led off to the right.That's where usual ended. Behind the glassless. Were they making love again? Dare I knock? What do I do? These along with numerous other thoughts flashed in my mind in a few seconds. I waited, listening and shaking for a minute or two; my cock was leaking a lot and the slightest touch would have brought me to shoot my load in my shorts.I found the courage to gently knock on the door; I waited a few seconds, then with two cups of coffee in my left hand, I slowly and silently turned the door knob. My heart was beating out of my chest as the. My eyes were on his cock as I sucked Bobby’s head. He started stroking himself as I watched. Looking closely, he seemed to be in his late teens. Probably just a little older than Bobby. His cock wasn't nearly the size of the one in my mouth but it was decent. He squeezed as his hand went up, making the head of his dick swell. My pussy, still unfucked, was soaking the comforter. I had one nice big cockhead in my mouth, and another on the website. Both were hard for me. I wanted to fuck them. "I guess they're ready."Mindy grinned back. "Andrea has been pestering me to leave for an hour. They're young." I agree. Sometime, you must get Mike or me to tell you the story of Mike's parents. Charlie knows our rules. Both parties have to be fifteen to consent. Poppa Jack allows no exceptions even for his own son. Also, consent means consent."Mindy looked relieved to hear that. I want to hear that story. You call them Poppa Jack and Momma Shirley, don't you?" Yes. They fostered me after the.