Maybe it had been a dream. If it was a dream, it had been very powerful and realistic. He could feel the wetness in his underwear and knew that he had...climaxed in his sleep. It was just a dream wasn't it?But when he looked at the driveway of his house, he saw that the car was there: sitting there in mute testimony to the reality of his awful night. Then a moment later, the handsome stranger came out of the house and got into his car. Now he knew that it was true... his mother had really sucked. Their sensuous ever shifting light revealed a bed with turned down covers covered in rose petals. And no, it wasn’t a waterbed, thank god. That was the parents’. After another lengthy kiss, our hands defining each other’s shape, including her breasts and the heat of her inner thighs and the bulge in my trousers, we separated and stared at each other as we stripped naked. Nothing fancy. There was music, the sensuality of Eno’s Discrete Music, but it wasn’t there for dancing. We simply stood in. Brian and I got up on their bed and lay down in each other's arms to begin kissing and trying to forget we were with another couple and after a few minutes, it did seem a little better, he was fingering me as I jacked him, then he got up and moved down between my thighs and began licking my wet pussy. I looked over and Jack and Irene, as they had asked us to call them, were positioned so they could watch us as she sucked his cock and he fingered her. I smiled and they smiled back. This was. This is a great place to work. I’d hate to leave it for the sake of my daughter’s virtue.We got to his office, closed the door. Dan doesn’t do that ‘sit across the desk and look intimidating’ thing, not with me. I consider him the best of friends, but... “Dan, I’m worried here, and nearly outraged. And certainly conflicted. Sim is a bit more philosophical than me, and I’m delighted with the things that Rachel has accomplished, and at such an early age. But Rachel looks at you and Cindy, and.