Deborah felt herself blushing and Martin detected it."Sorry Deb, but I thought you couldn't miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That's all ...'ve got these days. Mandy and I were on such a steady diet of sex; I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can't just go cold turkey. I've been trying to cut back, but I'm still giving it a tug every night."Deborah coughed nervously. "It's alright Martin, you don't have to explain," she told him, wondering why he was. In fact I could feel that she was even wetter down lower.After about three or four minutes Mom asked, “Would you like me to remove this suit yet?”All I could do was nod my head, yes.Mom turned around and asked me to unzip her costume. The zipper went from between her shoulder blades to several inches into her butt crack. She slipped it down while facing in the other direction. Nice ass! Then she turned around and placed my hand back onto her bare pussy. Well not exactly bare but certainly. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her lap, and they went on that way.I was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting on well. On her part there was a fair amount of. ..Zap! I squeezed the trigger and the miniature pulse laser spat photonic death. The claw melted into super-heated gunk and I smashed into the floor head first.Ow, Ow, Ow. I rubbed my head until the dozen tiny birds stopped spamming popular hashtags at me. Problem averted. Go team Awesome Girl!The main door clunked as the immense servo motors pulled it open. I gulped, scrabbled to my feet and turned.From one floor above, Mistress Nightshade glared down at me. Oh a-not-very-nice-word-indeed. The.