"Raise up, Sweetheart! One... Two... Three!" I tugged at one side of her jeans, he took the other, and we got them halfway down her thighs before they...bunched too much. I continued, businesslike, "Okay, let's clear the bunching by getting the excess down over her calves! Don't lean forward too much, though -- it'll make things obvious!" I worked her right leg, and he her left, until the jeans were puddle around her ankles. "Okay, Sweetheart, I'm gonna put my foot in the crotch of your jeans --. " My cock was becoming erect rapidly and she could feel it. "I want you to be my slut." I whispered.But then she pulled back as I tried to kiss her. "No, really, there is something I have to tell you now. I know you're bisexual, or whatever, now you need to know about me before we move in together..."Then she broke it to me. I didn't say a word as she talked. I was stunned at first, then I felt strangely aroused. I wanted to taste her pussy and then fuck her good. For free. She told me. They were on the way to my house. I woke Stan, who had fallen asleep in one of the living room chairs, and asked him to drive me home. I explained to John and Mary that my parents had arrived and were now on their way to my place. I would see them later. Father Riley said he would stay with them. We arrived at my place a few minutes before mom, dad and the family arrived and the same emotional scene as the night before was repeated. After everything had settled down we moved mom and dad’s. Your hair, messy but neat danced on top of your shoulders. Your breasts not restrained in a bra moved beneath your blouse. You were a vision! When I realized my mistake in looking for a non existent door in the back I exited and went around the other side of the house. Once at the door I knocked. I heard you coming; my heart sped up a little and when you opened the door it skipped a beat. I flushed, and you noticed but dropped your eyes. You welcomed me and we chatted at the door for a few.