"Kevin, do you have anything you've outgrown—some jeans or something, and a t-shirt? Gail's stuff is all wet. She needs something dry."As Kev starte... up the stairs, I followed him. We'd been brothers too long for me not to recognize when he was planning something. He'd grabbed some of his old clothes and was just ready to knock on the bathroom door when I put my hand on his shoulder. "Kevin, give her a chance. There'll be plenty of time to talk later. Don't rush her."He looked ready to argue,. Cash in hand, and no rampant teenage nymph to distract me. However, I was distracted by the persistent recollection of the night before, with Cressida writhing away under me, getting herself knocked up, and the thought that in a few hours' time, I'd be fucking her again.And there was the recollection of Charlotte, Cressida's mother, watching us from the bedroom window, and that little enigmatic smile. Did she know what we'd been doing? She'd certainly been able to smell the sex in her. I poured us all a drink and a couple of minutes later the mood had lifted somewhat and we were all enjoying ourselves especially Emma who was dancing around the room fully aware that the Matts were watching her every move. Big Matt stood up to go to the bathroom and came back holding my Polaroid camera which i had left in the bathroom earlier in the day after having took a few shots of Emma in the shower, and asked why we had such an old fashioned camera. Emma looked at me and burst into. I leaned back and tried to forget that awful woman and just enjoy the teenager under my skirt, which I must say, was very enjoyable indeed! Fuck, he knew how to lick pussy, I will give him that. I think he was the best pussy licker I'd ever had. I had to be quiet as I orgasmed, I sure didn't want his mother returning to see me in the throes of orgasm with her son between my legs. "Andrew, I'd really like to continue this, but I just don't feel comfortable here, we already had one close call,.