She liked that-at one point, stroking one cock with each hand in rhythm. She rinsed both of our cocks and led us to the back of the shower where she s...t on the seat and took first me, and then Ben, into her mouth. She alternated between the two of us, stroking the other with her hand. Partly because of the shifting between a blow job and a hand job, and partly because we'd both cum so recently, it took a while before she'd brought us both to the precipice of our orgasms. No one minded. Ben and. ”The shock on her face made me wish I hadn’t said it, but, like most things you say in the heat of passion, it couldn’t be taken back. I was about to try, though, when Randi came into the kitchen.“Morning, Mom,” she said. “Hi, Sport.” She stopped, looking at the expression on our mother’s face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.My mother looked nervous and sat back. “Nothing,” she said.Randi looked at me and I shrugged. My mom got up and started fiddling around, cleaning up the kitchen, doing busy. I always wake up, alive and well. Sometimesin agony, depending on what I had tried, but always very much alive." Interesting," the old man cackled, looking at her like a prizespecimen in his grasp. "A final question then, and I will release you." What," I sighed, guessing what was coming."How old are you," he demanded.Okay, I didn't see that one coming. I should have, but I didn't."I'd guess about.....oh, eleven thousand and....something. Actually, Ilost count around the first century when that. "Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people are. They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't think we ought to know anything about it. Or to feel any desire." We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie said playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?" She started laughing loudly at the thought."Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned."No one's even near us." Brad's coming over this way."Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight.