Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I feel Gina's foot start to crawl up my leg; her toes caressing my shin for a few minutes, before going up to...my crotch. I nearly choke on my food when she does that. A quick glance at her mom shows she hasn't notice anything, and Gina has a wicked gleam in her eyes.As soon as I’m done with my plate, I ask if I can be excused, and go to their front room. Gina joins me shortly after."So, what did you want to talk about?" She asks as she sits and takes my. Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky little tits pointed at the ceiling, her blue eyes on her mother.Kristen pushed her daughter’s legs apart and began moving between them.“No mommy,” Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. “You can’t do that! It’s wrong!”“Baby, this man is going to rape you,” Kristen said bluntly.“I know mommy,” Chelsea replied, trying to be brave.“If he does it while you are dry,. I didn't know what it was. Oh, she wasn't a traitor or anything like that; I knew who the traitor was, and had known for a long time. I was the only one that knew; even the traitor didn't know it was them. No, it was something... good, or at least neutral that I was detecting about Cindi. I just knew she was more than she appeared to be."I can't tell you that," I replied. "First of all, I don't know it all. Secondly, it would not be wise for you to know. What you need to know is what your part. I walked up to the window as he asked for directions to a place in town I happened to know, and as I stood pointing and looking in the direction I was pointing to, he took his cock out and started to wank himself.When I saw it, I froze and realized as I looked around to see I was on my own, 'It's OK', he said, 'it feels nice', his casualness and easy manner threw me, I knew what he was doing was wrong, but I had seen it before, and besides, I was curious, so felt no fear or the need to run away.