I guess I wasn’t planning on really packing the suitcase to overflowing, if you know what I mean.”Lauren laughed brightly and patted Heather’s h...nd. Standing, she grabbed the vacuum and said, “Gee, I can remember weekends like that.”“What was all that stuff you were doing the other night?” asked the teen. She had seen Lauren puttering around the kitchen table with a lot of papers and files.It took Lauren a second to understand, and then she answered, “Oh, that’s my own version of hell on. ” At that, Jack took his shaft and gently held his shaft and pulled back to revealed his knob. “Can you feel it pulling back and forth?” “Not really… not like it’s my hand or anything.” He let go and let it half hang down. The two of us just looked at our cocks. “Looks kind of good…” “Think you out do me on the size though.” There was another quiet moment. I really wanted to touch him. “Bit weird, but I’ve never been this close to another one.” “I take it you’ve never had a 3 or foursome?” “No…. As I neared the door, I slowed, my stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of Mr P sitting at the kitchen table with Becky. God, she was bound to notice the tension between us. How on earth was I going to pull this off? Hopefully she would think I was still I little embarrassed over mistaking her father for Ben yesterday and think nothing of it. I took a fortifying breath and walked into the kitchen. As it was I shouldn’t have worried. Only Becky sat at the table, two plates with. This wasn’t just invading privacy, something she swore she would not do, but it smacked of voyeurism, peeping, spying. Worst of all, she couldn’t see much of anything, so she pushed the door softly a little more.Sara gasped at the sight. u*********sly, her hand pushed the door open further as she took a step into the doorway. The sight of them in the act of making love wasn’t what elicited the gasp … she had long since known what was happening. Equally u*********sly, a moan escaped her mouth as.