She hadn’t meant to. On the other hand, she hadn’t really tried to stop it. There was a new feel to it, though. The sex was there, but it wasn’t...the overwhelming power of sexual dominance. She could feel respect and caring too, and it seemed to be echoing, as if April was reciprocating in her own way.Their hands parted, and April stared at her for several long seconds. “Uh ... I uh...” April said. She pointed across her body to an inner door. “Uh ... have to use the bathroom.” She took a couple. You were always supportive of him and me moving on, so I had to praise you for that. When it came down to asking you to be my maid of honor, it just felt right." "So, may I see you again, Vicky?" Are you going to tell John about our first time, or this odd little massage?" I'm not blackmailing you, Vicky. You don't do that to people you love; you just don't. Let's face it; I'm pretty damn sure if John did find out, he'd be stoked about it. He'd be dying to see us together and be wanting to get. I just kept rubbing his back, letting my hands wonder over his ass and back up to his shoulders. After about thirty minutes of massaging him and watching people fuck on TV, my pussy was starting to tingle and I felt like being a little more daring.I slid my hand down along his side. I could feel his soft dick resting against my pubs and his balls pressed against my clit. I scooted up a bit so there was some space between us and started to slowly rub his dick and caress his nuts. He was still. "I looked at Mary. "So, what does Mom have to say about all this?" She says she'll go along with whatever Claude says. Charlie's 18 and he could technically tell his father he's moving out. The only problem is that Mom wouldn't let him stay here if he did." I'm sure you can all work something out." Maybe you could talk to him." No way. It's up to you guys to work it out. I'm not getting in the middle."Charlie said, "I just wanted to say thanks. Regular time tomorrow?" I'll be there." OK..