" Well, at least you have something to look forward to," Kathy sighed, "all I'm going to do is soak in the tub until I get all this slime off me. But,... she looked around, "where's Christi?" I don't know, Honey," Mommy replied as they neared the front porch, "I hope nothing's wrong." She stopped and turned to her daughter, "You know, we really should rinse off before we go inside."Kathy looked at Mommy. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was covered in streaks of black and gray oil and. Kiss me. Touch me some more." and I did.We were lying on that couch entwined in love's narcotic embrace as her parents went up the stairs - just around the corner - to go to bed. We lay quietly still, unable to let go of each other, too dazed to even consider that we might be discovered, revelling in each other's tastes, feels and smells. Even today, I find the smell of dish detergent erotic on her because of what happened. Art and Mary continued on upstairs to bed, unknowing, leaving us. I knew I'd be unable to last much longer, but I managed to outlast Charlotte who screamed out that she was coming, unusually enough, or probably because of Cathy being there, she came with just a little sob and a sigh of pleasure, but her eyes were open and locked onto mine, words weren't needed, her look said it all, then as Cathy squeezed my balls again, I felt my semen rising,"Fill her for me Derek" Cathy hissed behind me, "Come on my darling, fill her sweet cunt for me"The thought of what. Her feet are perfect and so suckable and sexy…I love the smell of her work heels, and to worship and fuck her feet and I am lucky she lets me. She indulges many of my fetishes and also allows me to lick and stroke her wonderful armpits, which I have also fucked a few times…my favourite is when they have firm stubble which is amazing when pressed around your cock, the roughness on the head of my cock is fantastic and sometimes she goes without deodorant so I can smell them at the end of the day..