The idea was to not let questioning get to that point.We did decide that we needed to fire up the girls’ guest room façade again. We’d let that s...ide, and we wanted the guest room to look lived in and heavily used, especially if Child Protective Services showed up to inspect the premises. The girls went off to attend to that detail. We also moved the second mattress that had been in the master bedroom into one of the guest rooms, where it looked as though it was in a storage room since we stood. Jake still hadn't looked at her. His steel-blue eyes were locked on Charlie's. He paid no attention to Lana's struggling, other than to tighten the grip on her wrist."What?" Charlie asked incredulously. He stared at Jake, not believing what he was hearing. His thoughts flashed back to the vague but arousing memories of her naked body beneath him. "No, Jake. You don't know what you're doing. It's booze talking, not you!"Lana felt relief sweep through her body when she heard Charlie actually say. .I just knew Mandy's pussy would taste this good too.The next morning after Jon left again for work, my parents called and said they wanted us all to go to the beach for the day. I had a ton of errands and things to do around the house, so I told them to pick up Mandy and the k**s and I would meet them later. A few hours later they were all gone and I started to do some work around the house; you know the usual chores like dusting, vacuuming and laundry. I was carrying a load of laundry down. Lace-covered breasts dangling beneath my chest. Still, his firm grip kept me from falling to the floor. The momentum made me draw my breath in short gasps in between moans. He joined me in chasing away the silence with his deeper and more composed moans. Soon wet slapping sounds added to our chorus each time he found my deepest recesses. Moans turned to shouting and screaming as he continued his attempts to reach my inner depths. The feelings welling up inside were incredible. There was no.