Tammy and I cleared the dishes a cleaned the kitchen, and then went into the living room to watch some TV. We were not interested in the program at al.... We sat feeling tension. And... after a few more minutes there it was... "OH GOD!! OH GOD CUMINNNNNNNNG!! Mom wailed like a banshee. Yeah! Yes! Yes! Come on, Harder! Yesssssssssss" Now I know where you picked up this wailing", I whispered to Tammy with a grin.Before she could answer we heard the great roar of a wounded Lion. Dad came like a gang. ”“It’s fine.” I said meekly, partially out of intimidation from being around a sadder Phil. “Besides, if you didn’t, I’m sure someone else would have.”He looked away from the wall to face me, right in the eyes. Eventually he broke out into a sad smile and gave a low chuckle, the kind of chuckle you give when you can’t be bothered to care about the world anymore.“Ain’t that the truth.” he replied in a gravelly voice. Slowly, he started to walk back towards the council room. “Come on.” he. He puts his hands on my hips and gently guides them to sync with his own. His touch doesn't have the jaded roughness of some guys, nor the awkward hesitance of others. It's just confident enough. He brushes his lips and nose against the nape of my neck and I feel the stubble on his jaw, the luxurious sensation of skin against skin.We continue like that for what seems like a while, then we turn to face one another. I'm still too shy to make eye contact but I smile in the general direction of his. ‘Me first,’ said my Mom to my sister. ‘You can have sloppy seconds after I’m done fucking his black ass.’ Oh, my God, my Mom is a slut, too. I was getting more than a little nervous here. Whatever happened to they don’t have sex at these dances? Whatever happened to they just go to the dance to dance, drink, talk, and have some laughs while dressing up in costume? I knew it. I knew they were all swingers. I knew they were fucking and sucking men. I just knew it. My aunt was dancing so close to.