Guilt and pleasure hit in the mind same time. When I thought that she was my friend’s mother it gave more erotic feeling. She returned with some wat...r and gave it to me. She then came back in the old position on my thighs. In other hand she had a mobile she started to dial a number then she hold it to the ear.“Mone yapo vetuku varuva(my son when will u come to home)” she asked over the phone.Realizing that she was talking to my friend; resting on my thighs made me feel erotic. It made my penis. She was also wearing panties, although her A-cup breasts were unencumbered. At least her father had permitted her to wear thong panties instead of a plainer cut. Her mother was as nude as the Colonel's straw boss, and was bent over a table happily enjoying the ministrations of her owner while three ensigns and their concubines looked on appreciatively.At least, Cassie reflected as she sat watching her parents and masturbating, they allowed her to drink alcohol, even if the AI was monitoring her. But, unlike Marty’s, it was packed.There were people everywhere. Men, most of them, but peering into the crowd, I could see the occasional woman as well. Some of them were dancers, some of them were old high school friends, but most of them were strangers.And they were all looking at me.Stage fright has never really been a factor in my life - I’ve never really had any interest in performing, but on the few occasions I’ve had to stand in front of a crowd, I’ve always been too busy looking out. My GF yelled "your parents are home".They all got out in time.When I came down stairs my GF was sitting on the chair and my parents were in the kitchen.She gave me the thumbs up.I talked to them and went back to my room with my GF.I went into the bathroom,lucky I did, their used condoms were in the trash can.We went out and met up with four of the guys and laughed about how close that was.One of them said we could go to his house,his parents were at a wedding and he was sure they would be home.