Wednesday was going to be different, instead of doing something with my parents. I was up really early and in a car with a bag of changes of clothes o... a way to a marina with Scarlett.Scarlett had managed to get permission for me to be allowed onto the yacht for that day’s shoot. I hadn’t been able to see her yesterday since she had been so busy, even though she was staying in the suite opposite from the one we were in. She had been gone before we got up in the morning and must have got back. We went upstairs to Joan's bedroom and she brought some very large beach towels out of her closet. “What are they for?” I asked. “If you make me squirt again, I don't want to ruin the bed linens. Having sex with you could get pretty expensive.” “Please put them away,” I said. “We can always wash the sheets. Let's just take the comforter off the bed and I think everything will be fine.” “As long as you promise to not hold back.” “Not only would I not hold back,” I said as she returned the towels. I figured I would have a quick jerk and go back to my reading. I could see the living room couch at the end of the hall without being too obvious. They were on it, fucking like rabbits. Courtney was sitting on him,her dress riding up her hips, her breasts pulled out,impaled on his cock as he sucked her 34B's, both of them panting like dogs in the August sun, getting ready to cum.Before I had a chance to release my concrete cock from my shorts, he must has sensed me looking, because he rolled. "How was your bath?" Mom asked."Terrible. I cut my legs to ribbons." Poor baby, I should have helped you! Let's see," Mom said. I lifted upmy pajama legs and showed her the carnage. "Oh, that's not so bad.They'll scarcely be noticeable under your stockings." Stockings?" Drink your orange juice, and be sure to swallow those pills." What are they?" They're to help your complexion. Girls take them so they won't getacne. That way you might not have to wear any makeup." Makeup?" It was just like.