’ Ivan shook his head as he settled in the chair next to Dimitri’s. ‘She’s cute. How’s she doing? Mom told me about… ya know, what happene....’ ‘She’s doing really well. She started going to a new doctor though, who said she had some weird form of post-traumatic stress. She’s doing a lot better now that she doesn’t think she’s completely fucking bonkers.’ Another chuckle from Ivan. ‘She have a sister?’ ‘2 of ’em, both younger though.’ ‘Too bad.’ ‘Yeah.’ Dimitri grinned that dimpled grin, turning. I heard the unmistakable sound of the garage door opener humming away as it struggled to lift the noisy paneled door, when Laurie suddenly yelled out, "Oh Shit! Mom's home!", echoing my very thoughts. Laurie leapt to her feet and dashed for the stairs, pulling at her nightshirt as she ran. I frantically wrapped the towel back around myself as I struggled to get up off the floor, then slammed into the staircase railing post as I haphazardly dashed up the stairs, dizzyingly lightheaded and. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided us around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome young son showed me his skills. He held. As Emily lay down on the bed I squeezed and played with her tits. Rebecca went straight for to Emily’s pussy and ate it out. Her tongue sliding through Emily’s slit making Emily moan. Rebecca had one hand she used to finger herself and the other she used to finger Emily’s ass hole. Rebecca had warm, sweet pussy juices dripping down her leg. I knelt over Emily and began squeezing and massaging her tits. I put my dick between them and pushed them together. I slid my dick in and out of her.