I visited Mary a couple of times, and talked with Carol and Aunt Ellie on the phone. Our little Billy was a busy boy. That Saturday, I called Mary and...she asked if I could come over that afternoon, since Roger's Dad was away on a weekend golf trip."I'd love to, Mary, you know that, but I think I should go have dinner with Mom and Dad. Is that okay?"Mary was a gem. "Of course it's okay, Bill. It's better than okay. I know what you want, and it seems like you are starting on the right path to get. I went into the RV with the girls and joined Patricia in bed, I was going to try to sleep while still controlling the drone. I figured it was worth a shot.I took the drone out, ran out of the cemetery and passed the pentagon. I made my way across the bridge and was surprised to find a few guards there. I scanned them with the drone and they actually had working radios on them. Interesting, I thought. I made my way past them and on to the White House, I figured anyone in charge would be staying. I also noticed Smitha took notice of this , but did not do anything to hide herself. This continued for a while. Aravind did not care my presence because we were always free among us. Smitha and I moved closer even in front of him. Kissing and fondling was often routine. With Aravind also both of us cuddled him even if he was grown up like a man.I would tell you one or two incidents to show how close and friendly,we were living in all respects.On a Sunday morning we were relaxing in our bed. The dark triangle of dark curls pointing to my wet sex.“Crawl,” I order, beckoning you with a finger. Watching you as you approach on hands and knees, your pert ass swinging, boobs swaying as you crawl between my legs. You look up at me, eyes wide, asking for permission.I reach down and grip your hair, pulling your face to me. You move your head to guide the girl-cock along my slit, pushing the tip inside me. I arch my back, lifting my ass off the seat as you impale me. Letting my walking dildo.