It was about the end of the school year and Rachel was running track. Diane went to town that afternoon for a client and I was home from work about an...hour when Rachel came home. She was dressed in her track outfit - a T-shirt and a pair of tight shorts that seemed to be painted on her.I was in the living room doing the crossword puzzle in the paper when Rachel came in. I noticed her outfit and my dick started to get hard. I also noticed her limping a bit. "Hi, Pumpkin, are you O.K.? You seem. I thought talking in such a manner would throw the new wives off, make them less suspicious about being watched. Hells What am I talking about! I've been having sex with my own daughter and her friend!"Betty had walked around from the other side of the bed. "You enjoyed yourself, Mister Morgan. You'll admit that, won't you?"Before Stacy's father could answer, the door swung inward and Stacy's mother walked in. She was fully dressed. She stopped near the foot of the bed. She was frowning, her. .. that I could make him feel better.I twined my hand between us, and he raised to allow it passage. I began to rub my slender fingers gently against his groin. His 'prick', as I'd heard guys call it before at school.I slid the fabric of his jeans up and down, until he groaned- loud. Startled by the throaty sounds he made, I pulled my hand away."NO! Don't stop, please. Please Jenny. That feels so good, when you do that. I want to make you feel good too." Chris's hand went rifling up my shirt,. "You know," I continued, knowing Iwas babbling, "the television stopped?" Chris," said Sean, "you're... you're looking weird.What's happening here?"I looked back at Sean, slowly craning my neck upwards to seehis face. As I raised my neck, I felt my hair brush againstmy shoulders - when I haven't had my hair long since I wentoff to college. I turned my head to the left, and brieflysaw it swing in front of my face, then settle back downagainst my shoulder. It straight and black. When I saw.