Debbie needn't have worried - she tasted divine - squealing each time my tongue entered her arse.Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen...carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a piled up plate of toast and marmalade.She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic triangle.She slipped back into bed beside us, taking a firm grasp on my erection before. I hate when I get there, it ruins the fun and its always so hard to get past it. Well tonight it was my mission to get past it with my lovely banana. I continued pushing in more and more, and slowly and surely it was going in more. Then I really felt full and satisfied, I wanted to jerk so badly! But of course I didn’t I want the pleasure to explode within me. Then suddenly as I was pushing I felt something wet. I realized the other end of the banana was starting to split. I cursed in my head. He looked a me and said, "that does make sense; however, don'tlet this brief bit of freedom from house rules cause you to forget thatwent you come back home you will still be under my roof." Yes, sir," I said, "it does solve my transportation problem, and atthe end of summer, it is back home and your rules." I went to my roomto pack a bag for my time away from home.My dad had called in to his job and told them he would late and afterhe helped me with my state ID he would be in to work. An. It was odd when strangers saw us together and they would catch me alone and ask me what service I was using. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or proud. Whenever I told Vicky about it she would put on a little show. Sometimes it was just a kiss or maybe she’d show a little extra leg. A few times she put her hand in my lap. If we were out with another couple and the man would ask to dance with Vicky I was always a little worried but I didn’t need to be. Vicky was always able to handle the.