So it was I met two guys who were on vacation, they had sailed from Florida, but had run into engine or mechanical problems and were waiting for a wir... transfer of money from the States.I listened to their tale but having been around the block I quickly summarized their motives and knew that they were there for one reason and that was the import and export of a locally grown crop. In Jamaica “Don’t ask, don’t tell” means everyone minds their own business. I sensed the opportunity for profit but. Finally we arrived back at the house, around four in the afternoon, with all the stuff that mom and Kim just had to have. Mom kept telling dad about all the money she saved him by going shopping the day after Thanksgiving. Dad just rolled his eyes and grumbled something to the effect she’d have saved him even more if she hadn’t gone shopping at all. That was met by a playful punch to his arm from her, followed by a hug and a kiss. As we unloaded the car I saw that the porch light was still. I smirked a bit. My dad thought he was the father."He's doing just fine," Mom said and kissed him back."Where's Eric and Sheila?" I don't know," Mom replied. "They won't come until called. I'm sure of it." Can't you wait until tonight?" What the heck was Mom doing?"I want it now." My mother stepped away from Dad, pulled up her skirt, yanked down her panties and braced herself over the back of the sofa. Sheila and I gasped. I'd forgotten I was holding my sister against her will and had let go of. After more than a year and a half of nothing my nipples immediately reacted by perking up. When he commented on how quickly that had happened I told him I guessed it was because it had been a while since I had been touched. As he continued to play with my breast I felt his other hand unbuttoning then unzipping my skirt as it fell to the floor. With that I commented that we should probably stop but he took my blouse off then eased me back on the bed. He was between my legs and I could feel his.