So much it was dribbling out of me. I took a shower with them and they started fucking me again right in the shower. Which moved to the bathroom floor... Which moved to the hallway floor which moved finally to the bedroom. When I could fuck no more, they simply took turns fucking my face until I obediently swallowed their loads. It was late in the evening when I finally left my two Italian stallions. I was fuck drunk and sore and had been at this since before noon. They were so wonderful with me. I was surprised, to say the least. Had the phonecall caught Phil masturbating? I quickly replaced the towel and walked out of the bathroom. I acted like I hadn't seen a thing. But I had, and it made me think about that damned letter and Phil's secret fantasies again. June finally arrived and Phil and I flew out to Seattle. It was a long ride in the rental car from the airport to my home town, and I could feel my excitement rise with each mile. Even though it was late in the evening and we were. “I’m going to put my things away before dinner.”“Terri, dinner’s nearly ready. Lay the table please,” called Mum as I stomped my way upstairs to my room, so some measure of retribution had been dispensed.Although I had been hugged by both Mum and Dad without any mention of an unfamiliar smell, I washed my face again using my normal soap just in case. Then I worked out what I should tell my family about the race.After Mum had called me down to dinner and we were sitting at the dining table. “My cunny!?”“He calls it your pussy, but: yeah.”“Would you?” I asked. I wasn’t even serious about her actually doing it, so it was more or less checking her out to what extend we would go together.“I have thought about it,” she admitted. She crawled back onto the bed, with her head close to said mid-section. She wasn’t averse to it in the least.I was on my back and slowly spread my legs for her. “I washed for you.” I said. I had indeed washed up before I went over to her. Not that I expected.