Soon I heard the sound of my parents doing what parents do in bed at night, and since I was so much more aware of sex than I had been before, I decide... to see if I could get a peek of them in action. Sure enough, their bedroom door was open a crack, and as I knelt in the hallway, I could see them on the bed, in the light of a small bedside lamp.Mom was kneeling between Daddy's legs, much as Mary Lou and I had done between Aunt Betty's legs, and I could see her head bobbing up and down as he. What she saw was a man in his early 30’s, tall, perhaps, 6’ 4”, dark wavy hair, strong jawline with wide shoulders and a narrow waist and one hell of an ass, and when he smiled, she wanted to melt! Or maybe she was melting, judging how wet she got!Debbie and Judy were giggling over George who also was very good looking, perhaps, even a little more handsome than Matt. Although a little shorter, around six feet. He was solidly built and judging by what the girls were looking at in his surfer. Blood was flowing back into my veins now, so I relaxed and set to work trying to guess what was in my snatch. I only had an inch or so, so I asked: “A little more, please.” Trish slipped another inch inside me. The fresh coldness contrasted with the now warmer part and gave me a pleasant shiver. I thought it felt bumpy. “Twist it please.” “My pleasure,” said Trish. “Hang on, no, it’s yours, you horny slut.” More giggles. She twisted the shaft inside me. Definitely bumps, round profile and cold.. I nodded and felt her hand slip inside my panties and pass over the fine hair growing below my belly button. Her fingers lightly dusted the ridges of my private place. I let out a sigh and my eyes drifted closed. She was exploring me, testing to see what touching me made me do. I was very slippery down there and just adored how her fingers felt, probing, discovering me. She began to run up and down on the sensitive skin and I felt myself humping up and down with her hand."Oh Brit, that feels so.