Sarah and my wife turned toward the two muscular men. The men smiled and began running their hands up and down the girl's sides and over their hips a...d breasts. Joe made his way across the room and sat in a chair. He was watching one of the men fondle his wife, and he was just sitting back comfortably! I guess, in a way, I was doing the same thing, though they didn't know it.The two girls took a step back and removed their shirts, then undid their bras and dropped them to the floor. I had. I could see you as one of those soccer mom’s.”, then laughed. She smacked my on the arm. “Aren’t you a mood killer”, then laughed herself.It was starting to get dark and I suggested we leave, since the park does close at dusk. The ride home was quiet. Tammy was in deep thought. I just let her be. When we arrived back to my house, I invited her in for a beer. At first she was reluctant, but then said, sure, why not.I got us each a beer, then took her around to show her some of the stuff I had. "If you mean that we've done those things and we're still OK, then I do know what you mean. But I'm still afraid."Still trailing my fingertips on the inside of her thigh, I continued, "Yeah. But I think it's not so much what we've done. I don't think it -- incest that is -- has a lot to do with putting my dick in your pussy."Jean's eyes widened and her pupils dilated with that phrase. She sucked in her breath but didn't speak. For all her candidness, she remained unaccustomed to such specific. Having wandered briefly around most of the ground floor, I walked upstairs, expecting that Mary was in the bedroom, perhaps showing her friends some girly things. As you'll soon see, I was right about the bedroom part.So, after first checking the bathroom, I made for the bedroom, calling out Mary's name. Then I saw them. Mary's clothes, lying on the floor. I recognized the red top she'd been wearing when I'd left that morning. Her top was accompanied by her skirt, her socks, her bra, and her.