” “Of course, I will be right back.” I rushed to get my pants and shirt on, quickly running down the stairs looking for Kate's bag. Most peopl... had left the party, only a few stragglers left. I looked in the dining room, the kitchen, out by the pool, on the deck, in the garage. Kate’s bag was nowhere to be found. I did one more lap around the house before giving up, returning to the room empty handed. I don’t know why I was surprised, I entered the room quickly to see Simon already fucking. What is this mean? About three o’clock Mon calls me and said lets go. I get in the car and the first thing I notice is mom is wearing the thinnest white blouse I ever seen on her. Obviously she has the sheer bra on. My mind turn to mush I’m trying to sneak a peek without being too obvious. I start talking to her just so I can turn towards her and get a good look. We get to the park and she picks out the picnic table way in the back away from most park activity. So she spread out the picnic. It was like schizophrenia in reverse, a chattering, coldly contemptuous voice urging caution in my dealings with finally and abruptly ended and silenced without a reprieve. Shame faced, and utterly wretched, I mumbled a feeble apology and asked how she had worked out my feelings for her. “It was your foot, or more specifically, the limp. I know how sensitive you are about it, but any time you were around me, you always had someone else like Steven or Mark walk to the left of you. Either that. Dress still hitched, she straddled us so that she had one knee between both of our legs. Her hands ran over our chests and she went from me to dad for deep snogs. Having made sure that we were both hard with a quick grope she moved back to lie on the bed. Heels digging into the mattress, she had her legs spread and was giving herself a rude fingering. I unbuttoned my boxers and pulled my dong out, slowly wanking as I feasted my eyes on her exposed twat, wet fingers sliding in and out of.