"Hey, you two!" my mother said with a smile as she pulled up in the car and rolled the window down. I hadn't told her anything over the phone except ...hat Martin had been excused too. I never did that sort of thing so she assumed it was an emergency and came over right away. I didn't respond to her greeting. I just ushered Martin into the back seat and got into the front. "Rhonda, what's wrong? Why are your eyes so red? Have you been crying?" Mom, Martin, I wanted to tell both of you at. Again, she grabbed me before I could get up and begged me to stay, me never being able to say no to her, crawled right back into bed next to her and picked up where we left off. She finally let me leave twenty minutes later when she realized she had to take a shower to get all of my cum out of her. I crept back to my room, realizing both parents were downstairs, and stayed there until we were called down for breakfast.There was so much tension at breakfast it could be cut with a knife, but it. The few after that are just me checking for leaches. This cools me a little bit until I see one more where my hands are spreading my arse wide and his hand is between my legs. I know what was actually happening there, but the photo does not. I see the image and my bushfire reignites. I look at his jeans and it's clear he's having the same reaction to these images. I don't even wait to see whatever else is there. I just reach over and unzip his jeans. He sets the laptop aside and his hands are. It seems she had been delighted to be asked for dinner and had accepted eagerly. I must admit I was becoming more and more intrigued to meet her although I had yet to work out exactly what she wanted. All would be revealed tomorrow evening.I let Sherri sleep in the bed that night and, although I wasn’t ready to let her have an orgasm yet, I did allow her to practice her skills on me which she did with enthusiasm. I fell asleep in a warm, post-orgasmic glow and with Sherri spooned behind me.When.