We had a pretty late night. Sarah's not even up yet. But she's awake. Hold on."I held on. I could hear mumbles but not words. I think Molly's hand was...over the phone.Or, maybe she'd buried the receiver, down in that red, curly -- Christ, Greg! Grow up!She was back. "Sarah says she got in too late, and doesn't want to get up until dark. I think she's exaggerating a little, but anyway, it looks like a firm 'no' to your offer." Well, how about you?" I said. "We could go, just the two of us." Sarah. I lifted the cup with one hand and the other still protecting my dignity if there was left any. And I asked him if there is anyway my clothes could be dried soon because… I didn’t needed to complete the sentence he told me that he is going to put the clothes in dryer right away after finishing his tea and then ironing the clothes will make them completely dry. Well that made me take a sigh of relief and made me comfortable.Then we had a little chat over a cup of tea and I was no longer holding. H, do you want me or not? I want you so bad, Mr. H., don’t you want me to?” she said in a cute little voice. Clark dropped his pants revealing his rock hard member. Jen didn’t need a formal invitation and got down on her knees, fondling his cock, before taking it in inch by inch. Clark was in heaven. He thought it would be a lot tougher but he was on his way to a fuck fest. While sucking his man meat, Jen began to fondle her pussy, rubbing her mound through her soaking panties. She too. I’ll start supper, something that takes a while, so that he can get some rest. It’s obvious that he needs it.Dad woke up about an hour later, and he had that classic “1,000-yard stare” about his face. He got up from the sofa and hugged every one of us with such an expression of love that we all got emotional and Mom and Sue began to cry from the effects of the love he showed. We all felt that way about each other, but we rarely showed it.A few minutes later, Mom called us to supper. It was.