I briefly glanced down and saw—to my great relief—that my cock had gone limp enough to not be overly conspicuous."Where were you?" Mom asked."I wo...e up a little while ago and heard the girls talking to each other, so I went over and chatted a bit," I lied nervously. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I prayed that she wouldn't ask any further questions.She gave me a long stare, her gaze flicking over towards the bathroom door several times. I could tell that she didn't really believe me,. "So, selling the bed was a healthy step," Pat continued. "I hope it helps bring you some closure. I can't tell you what to do about the content of any conversations you might have with your husband when he returns. Sorry. But maybe we can spend the next few weeks discussing the issue and maybe I can help you clarify your thinking in whatever direction that thinking wants to go." I thanked her, and told her I'd like very much to do that. "By the way, and again not to stereotype, but men are. After she'd finished, Dad said, "I heard you had a good afternoon, Mark?" I certainly did, Dad. It was awesome. I got a bit carried away though." So Fely told me. Don't let it go to your head, there's nothing worse than an arrogant boyfriend." Mom told me that yesterday." She's right. When I was a little older than you are now, I nearly was. Your mother turned my life around." Dad gave Mom a tight hug, decided it wasn't enough, and gave her a big kiss. Mom seemed to like that.Not long ago I. And again ... and again," Heather confessed, as Dan himself now lined up to take his moment of glory and use her sweet slit for his own pleasure.Dan had to admit to himself that, for a woman this rusty with wild, kinky sex, Heather was a veritable vixen just then. She was insatiable, in fact, much to his delight. She moved her hips just right, instinctively working her best to enhance and intensify the experience for both of them. While slick with so much cum inside her, Heather was still able.