Marilyn is angry at Amy for the foolish prank involving Todd. She is mad at Ben for not getting home in time to join her in the most creative roleplay...of all time and his inability to be proactive in bed. She is angry at Todd for leaving shortly after Amy’s arrival. Most of all, she is mad at herself. She is mad that she didn’t realize it wasn’t her husband delivering the best sex of her life last night. She is angry that she enjoyed the sex with her son so much. She is mad because she knows it. “Thank you..that’s very kind of you Sir Richard – and you look rather dashing yourself,” I replied. He seemed uncomfortable, and shuffled feet. “Did you enjoy your tennis this afternoon?”, I asked. “Yes..very good..and well played you..such a talent you have,” he said, stiffly. I smiled. “I’ll leave you two to chat,” my father announced, “you can discuss tennis tactics.” He moved away to join another group. I took my chance. “Sir Richard, perhaps we could go somewhere to talk for a moment,” I. She dredged her tongue the length of Stacey’s cummy slit. Her lips sucked the opening, drawing more of her brother's second load from her cousin's pussy.Stacey tensed up in her third orgasm of the night. Her head pushed back into the pillow as she pulled the sheets with her hands. “I’m coming,” she moaned deeply.” Jamie watched in awe as his sister worked her tongue on Stacey’s pussy. His cock grew harder and harder. He grasped his cock with one hand feeling the combined love juices under his. She leaned back forward, kissed my cock, then my balls, and pushed herself to her feet. She looked down at me. "Better clean up and put your shorts back on, little brother," she said. "Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon."I watched after her as she stepped around the couch toward the door. "Uh, Arielle?"She stopped and glanced back over her shoulder, her chin glistening with cum. "What." Um . . . you got some on your chin," I said.Arielle frowned, touched her chin, then laughed softly. She wiped.