My fingers venture down to her panties. I could see a small mound of pubic hair underneath silky panties. I traced the outline with my fingers on eith...r side. She was getting visibly excited and started to whisper "please". I pretended not to hear and continued the teasing strokes. She was crossing her legs back and forth now, desperate for some sensation on her arousal, but not getting it. She is getting frustrated, but that is the key. On my way back up her thigh only to brush the outline of. "I don't think I'd be that good outside of that house," Jason muttered.Melinda had the impulse to tell him that she thought he would be just fine on his own, but she was reluctant to say anything that would really convince him that he did not need the house. What they felt about the pleasures that were being offered to them had gone beyond simple desire. Now it was a craving. Not just for the sex, but the power that came along with it."And I wouldn't be calling you 'mistress' anymore," Jason. " Oh! There's more to the story?" Mikey asked."Yeah," Davy answered. "Anyway, she didn't want me to put the jelly in her ass, so I looked in the cabinets for something else. And there was that Fluff stuff... you know... that white icky stuff?"Mikey nodded."Well," Davy said, "I figured she wouldn't go for that. But I saw the peanut butter." Hey! That was a good idea, huh?" asked Mikey."You'd think, wouldn't you? Anyway, I came back into the bedroom, and she's still lyin' on the bed with her ass. Mom was wearing a dress suit, and Dad had on a tie. "Case?" I asked Mom. Since we moved here, she had focused more on her lawyer career than acting career, even though she still did some acting."The last big one," she said, crossing her fingers. "You're father also has a meeting to talk to the company here about moving back to France. Hopefully all goes well there too." She crossed the fingers on her other hand."Well, I think we will all be having our fingers crossed today. Us kids have to.