They know I have a guest,” I said.“I expect that’s so,” said Lana.I walked to the door and sure enough. “Owen, I’m surprised,” I said, t...ngue in cheek.“Hmm, yes, I’m sure,” he said. “Lana, it’s good to see you. Right?” and it was a question.“I hope so,” she said.“Whaddya think of the man’s new gams?” he said.“Nice, nice, very nice,” she said.“The product of a teenager that Owen has had working for him,” I said.“Well, not exactly a teenager, young but not that young. And, it’s not the kid’s. Again, your feet sense the feel of my silk shorts onyour toes; however, this time a firm hardness under thesilk glances off as I move to your side. A littleflexing finds your toes sliding under the material. Onetoe barely connects with my churning ball sac. I want tostay, I want to just whip out my yearning prick and rubit against your smooth, sexy foot but the job must goon. Neither of us wants to make the first move for fearof ruining the moment. By now, both our bodies arecovered in a sheen. It seemed like a lot and that it took a long while. We had made love two nights before, so I knew that it probably wasn't more than any other time. It just seemed like more.Ginny collapsed under me. My wilting dick slipped out of her, and I fell over to her side. We lay there for a while panting and breathing through our mouths trying to recover. After awhile, Ginny turned toward me, put her head on my shoulder, and was soon asleep. I followed a little later.When we woke up, it was mid. Mum lifted her mouth from his cock. “Why don’t we all freshen up,” she said.She took Arthur into the downstairs shower room, Dad and l went up to the bathroom.“This is crazy Dad,” l said as we washed each other in the shower, “but it’s brilliant, l can’t wait to see Mum doing the things Arthur was talking about.” I was fondling his cock as he did the same to me.“You know that woman he told us about, Lorraine Jones,” he said, “l think that old lady who lives in the end house is called.