When she was finished, I was still hard a bit from her mom's panties, but I got up and went to take a shower. She looked puzzled and probably a little...worried since I didn't try to finish myself. When I came back out, she asked me what was up and why I didn't want to cum myself. So I decided I had to tell her I had cum with her mom and see how she reacted. I wanted to play it off as a much smaller thing than what really went on just to gauge her response. I was shocked by how she reacted. I sat. ." she murmured, her gaze fixed on the screen."Umm, Sweetheart..." Sally flicked a gaze at Lon, then flicked her eyes at Beth, who was coming out of the last of her clothing.Lon grunted, then looked back at Toby. "So. We've got three women here. And we've both dropped two loads already today..." Toby grinned and stepped in close to Lon, where they held a short whispered conference."Sally, strip," Lon directed."Ma, give Sally that tongue ride you owe her." Toby directed, almost simultaneously.. She went to the bureau, but even the drawers were gone.She unlatched the door to her room and padded down the hallway to her aunt and uncle's room. The door swung open easily. Aunt Emily's closet was equally bare, but wrapped around one of the bedposts was a simple gingham dress. Dorothy grabbed it up and made sure it was in one piece.She slipped it over her head, and went back to her room. She searched around the room, trying to find a pair of shoes -- sneakers, high-heels, sandals, anything.. . There was no being angry with each other while we were out there. It was always just the two of us on those trips. We always enjoyed them.... I watch him eat dinner. After he's done, I get the leftovers. There's a bunch. I know he cooked more for this purpose. It could be worse, but Gabe isn't that cruel. Plus he knows how much I love spaghetti. Luckily it hasn't gone cold yet. Gabe sets out a glass of water for me. I reach out for his hand and kiss it, murmuring a quick thank you before he.