I looked over at Donna. She had spit the switch out of her mouth and was bent over and was still getting butt-fucked by her husband grunting with each...thrust. Chuck led me to a couch and we sat down. I cuddled against him.There was not a lot of pain in what just occurred. There was all manner of stimulation. The edging was controlled taking me higher with each period of stimulation. It was touching me, teasing me, a little discomfort- far less than Donna’s. I was wondering how far I could go. For UU’s, it’s YMMV (Your Mileage May Vary).There was a terrible car accident. A woman was lying in the street, covered in blood. Someone in the crowd shouted, “Call a priest!”The woman opened her eyes and said, “I’m a Unitarian.”“Then call a math teacher!”HOW MANY (xxxxxx) DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB?Anglicans: 8. One to call the electrician and 7 to say how much they liked the old one better.Charismatics: Only one. Hands are already in the air.Lutherans: Change?!?!?!?!?!Mennonites: At. “Will you come in here and help me with the laundry, I picked it up on the way home”.In the kitchen mom had just got off the phone from ordering our food, and had poured the bag of clean clothes on to the table. We began to fold and sort the pile and we chatted, the usual type of conversation about how school had gone, and what had I done for the afternoon. When we had the pile of clothes sorted I noticed that there was no sign of any panties belonging to mom, my curiosity was peaking, I had. So I just said "I'm sorry..." as I felt defeated. They looked at me for a few seconds like that and it felt like eternity untill they started laughing. First mom, started it with a small giggle that she tried to stop but couldn't surpress it, then Jessy shortly after followed with her own giggle, which made me look up and at them, they started laughing hard just like dad and I did after he apologized to me for enjoying mom's blowjob. Which made me smile myself and laugh a bit, what a relief, at.