The day drug on. Finally, we were heading home. We made it to our apartment and my mom had me bring in the groceries. We lived in the 3rd story so I h...d to carry everything up the stairs. Once I finished I noticed my mom and sister were in my moms room with the door closed. I began to panic, wondering what they were talking about. I was terrified at the idea that my sister might tell my mom what we had done. They later came out and mom made dinner. Again, Mom and I tried to act normal. Alice. “But of course, though you already knew that. Nicky’s ass is not so bad, either,” I noted, making her blush.“Yeah, tell me about it. It tastes great!” Heather confessed.“And yours is pretty sweet, as he said. The only shame is that we can’t have four of us to a bed, by getting my husband to change his mind. Of course, if he ever did, then we’d have to rearrange some things, I guess. Some contracts and relationships, I’m afraid,” Nicky observed, even as we heard a knock on the door.I wasn’t. A late August night, and no power not much of a breeze, I quickly agreed and said we could use the towel on the couch to cover her torso, taking this opportunity, I said I was going to remove my shirt, already having it 1/2 way over my head. Once off, I reached behind me for the towel from the couch, I caught my reflection in the window, I could see that when I moved the towel, I had accidentally knocked the pillow down, exposing her pink dildo, it rolled around bouncing a little bit off of. I spotted the top of a light brown head of hair moving behind several businessmen in rumpled suits with ties askew and instantly knew who it is. As the businessmen separate momentarily, I saw her face scanning the crowd near the door, missing me across the walkway from the door. She was dressed as I had hoped, very low rise jeans barely hanging from her hips, very short white button blouse tied just under her breasts, none of the buttons fastened; her breasts confined in a thin blue tubetop.