Alan pressed the button on the tape player (something told me this was a setup - but I was definitely not complaining). The girls started to gyrate to...the music, round and round, shaking their little bottoms and get closer to the edge of the bed allowing us to see further up their legs to a greater flash of panties - it was so lovely I couldn't help but keep yanking on my absolutely rigid cock. Alan and I grasped hard at our cocks and started pulling showing the girls how we were appreciating. Every Saturday like clock work. This being a Wednesday she knew there was no chance in hell, but she was too turned on not to give it a try. Cherry rose and picked up her breakfast dishes. She moved to pick up Doug's dishes, as she did she brushed her ample 44 DD breasts against his arm, her nipples hardening. She kept them pressed there longer than necessary. She picked up his coffee cup and plate slowly. She rubbed her tits along Doug's arm as she stood up. "Thanks, honey," he said, barely. Her legs were opening and closing in almost convulsive movements. She grunted, gasped, and then came, her pussy grasping my hand in an almost painful grip. She thrashed, and squirmed on the bed beneath me. I leaned forward and captured a nipple in my mouth. That started another orgasm; the crushing grip was renewed on my hand as the muscles of her velvet vice tightened again.Finally, she began to come down from her sexual high, and she pulled me to her kissing me softly. I slowly pulled each. In this case it was a chat site – an adult one, to be more precise. Now, I am not in any way averse to such sites, even for my own son and heir. He's almost twenty for heaven's sake, and I'm not stupid enough to think that someone of his age wouldn't dabble in such things occasionally – even using my electricity rather than his phone – but I was very much averse to him leaving the stupid thing logged on. As I said, I'm a homeworker, but very specifically, I'm a website designer and I know full.