Therehave even been accidents in the past and the young man has several times infact dared to spurt, bubble and gush,?spilling sometimes most naughtil... without my permission and against myorders.It hashappened more during intense teasing and we treat these accidents as grossforms of insolent disobedience on his part, and we treat them accordingly.Needlessto say his punishments for this disobedience are very dire indeed. Usuallyhe cannot even touch himself down there without express permission. What were you doing?"Fishing for any sort of explanation, I blurted the first thing I could think of."Sorry, I thought Dad was in here."Mom's face flushed red. "You thought what? What the fuck were you thinking?!" I thought...I...I didn't know Sam was..." Oh Jesus."I had to shift the focus to something, anything else, so I said something I almost immediately regretted."Does Dad know you and Sam have sex?"Mom stopped dead, as if all the wind had been knocked out of her. Her flat, brown hair. ‘These are the best of times, and the worst of minds.’ He fondled her ass, while flipping meat. She giggled and rubbed a sweaty cheek against him. The arm around Tim’s waist dropped down and she copied his groping hand. A few minutes later, Eve stepped away, pulled off her shirt and threw it on the porch. ‘Good thing for you, my barbecue doesn’t have a dress code.’ Topless, Eve began a meandering tour of the grounds. On her hands and knees, she made a close up inspection of the neat row of. I smiled and laughed to myself, enjoying the pleasant irony of the situation.“Turn around,” Sofia cooed, “I need to get your back.”As difficult as it was to peel my eyes off of her, I’m not one to argue, so I happily tuned away from her and immediately felt her slick hands on my shoulders. Our earlier activities had already proven to me that Sofia was an expert with her hands and her firm but gentle kneading did nothing to dispel that notion. With practiced motions, she worked out any knots.