I knew that when we got home I could go in the house and find Brinn and get my itch scratched good and proper and that since Mom knew about us, I no l...nger had to worry about getting caught.Brinn and Shannon didn’t know all that yet. Of course I’d tell them, but I could have some fun before I did. I was thinking about how I could go into the living room while we were watching a movie or something, and figure out a way to sit down on Brinn, like I had sat down on Uncle Bob, and get him in me. He repeated the technique a few times, but each time got a little slower withdrawing his finger. After a few more strokes, he just left his finger in too! My pussy slurped loudly as I felt him wiggle his finger back and forth between my vulva and his penis. As my vulva relaxed further, I whispered, "Fill me up please." I excitedly watched him lick my pussy juice off his finger, and then thoroughly wet his thumb in his mouth. In one gentle motion, I felt his thumb slide into my juicy. . I’m not a bad girl, Jay ... I’m not. This is all first time...”“It’s okay, Lena. We both got carried away. If I need to let you have your own room, I can do that...”“Noooooo,” she sobbed. “But I...” she drew in a deep breath. “Jay ... I need to think...”“Okay. You go ahead and think. Do you want to be held while you think, or should we retire to neutral corners?”“No. Hold me. Just like this. Well, maybe if we could just lay back a little. On pillows.”We nestled comfortably. I held her gently,. ’ Signed Nick. At eleven a delivery truck delivered two medium pizzas to John and Bill in the yard. The card on the boxes said the same thing as the card to the women. When I came in at noon I was prepared to be thanked by everyone. I was wrong. Bill and John thanked me, smiling and patting their bellies. Inside I was met with silence. I went to my office and waited. It was after two when Sandy opened the door. ‘Pete, we need to talk.’ ‘Pete was my Dad.’ Pete, Nick, it doesn’t matter. You are.