“You must have really dumped a load on Betty” Jean laughed. “You didn't even make me gag.”“I can’t make you gag any more anyway you wonder...ul little cocksucker” I laughed as I slapped her on the ass.We dried each other off and got ready for supper. Dad walked in the door as I came down the steps and I hollered back to Jean that he was home and to come down for supper.We had a nice meal as usual and I explained to Mom and Dad that Grandma wanted us all to come Sunday for dinner and that Betty. Pangs of guilt and shame engulf her at the memory of her sluttish display. Moisture gathering in her tear ducts, she tilted her head and said.“I’m so…” He stopped her sentence abruptly.Smiling back at his gorgeous wife he whispered.“It’s ok. I’m as much to blame as you. I wanted you and the world to know how outrageously sexy you are and can be. I’ve never seen you so beautiful”Returning a smile back to her husband, a single teardrop trickled down her freshly made up cheek.“I couldn’t help. Trisha did as she was told, and sat on the bed. She timidly took off her shirt and slid down her pants. Nicole got off of me and took the waistband of Trisha’s panties and the waistband of my shorts and boxers. She pulled them both down, revealing Trisha’s clean shaven pussy. My cock sprang up to full attention. Trisha looked at me, then Nicole, and finally at my cock. With a hungry look in her eyes, she took it in her hand. Her small hands made my dick look even bigger. She got on all fours. Once they had some function at their native place that is a village near chintamani and since their native was a village so they had to carry many things from bangalore.Because chintamani was not so developed in those days.The luggages were more for her dad alone to carry since they have to walk bit long distance from bus stop to their house.So she suggested her parents to take me along with them as it will be helpful to which her parents agreed and the asked me to go with them as they need my.