McNally relented and allowed Charlotte to bring her “boyfriend” Johnny with her to the babysitting duties because of the stated intent to do invol...ed homework together and in the interest of academic excellence. Mister McNally was extremely skeptical of the young lad’s intentions because he seemed the randy type that would hunt down and nail any stray pussy in reach of his long greedy fingers.As to be expected, the moment the McNally backed out of the driveway on their way to the cocktail. Lost in the excitement is any consideration of what the chance is that my wife wants that. I pull it out as I shoot. Half is inside while the other half follows the angle upward and streaks across her small patch of pubic hair, her stomach, and between her tits. The last of the solid trail ends on her neck and there is one more glob that winds up on her chin. I begin to move up to get it in her mouth on the next shot. Our legs get a bit entwined as I slide up more. The second and third jets of. Debbie had just started to tell her life story. I passed the drinks out and returned to my seat. I placed my hand next to Debbie’s. She mentioned that they both attended the University of Massachusetts and were on the Cape for the whole month. When I started to say we were on the Cape for the month as well, my hand returned to her warm arm. I softly caressed her as she spoke. She didn’t object, so I continued. I couldn’t believe it. She was also getting aroused from my touch. I don’t recall. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my white cotton panties were showing. I got up and looked at Drew, who appeared to be asleep. Drew? Wakey wakey! I giggled, still intoxicated, and kissed him on the cheek. He stirred a little and I kissed him on the lips softly. He woke up, a little groggy at first, and blushed. Shit, did I fall asleep? he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He glanced at his crotch, and his blush darkened. I, uh, I should drive you home, Drew muttered, getting up.