There was no way the biker considered himself 'a friend' and he certainly hadn't made any comments that suggested he had invited himself to watch, ind...ed, he now seemed a little nervous at finding himself in this unexpected situation. He made noises that suggested he ought leave them to it.Robert was having none of it. He had noted that while the guy might be making a half-hearted protest that he was already showing the bulge of a hard-on beneath his leather pants. He told him to stay right. ”That was it. My mother had basically answered the question that had been hanging in the air ever since she had first brought the sales girl over, and she had agreed to cooperate in a mother buying panties for her son. The answer was that my mother and I were having sex. We were living in incest, and the panties were meant for her to put on me while we made love. All this was suddenly clear, and all three of us knew it. The sales girl was thoughtful for a second, and then seemed to have made up. Closing my eyes, I drift off into a state of overwhelming pleasure cantered on my genitalia.Not asleep, but certainly not alert to anything but my cock, I float intoxicated in a blissful state.His lips part slightly, just enough for the tip of my dick to nuzzle between the soft petals, sucking me softly then parted a little wider as a finger finds my arse.The soft smacking reaches my ears as he sucks and licks my cock. The soft kissing stops momentarily hot breath surrounds my now throbbing. Susan took off her swimsuit, hung it to dry in the shower, and changed into her street clothes. Then she grabbed the papers her mom needed and raced out of the house. The hot summer had just started and she wanted to get back to their pool to cool down!When she got back she immediately removed her clothes and grabbed her swimsuit. It was still damp -- she hated that! -- but she stepped into it anyway and pulled the straps up over her shoulders. Brr!She quickly left the bathroom and strode back.