I grabbed her, spun her around and held her body tight against mine. My hands worked the button on her jeans and I slowly unzipped them. She pressed h...er ass back against my hard cock and rubbed it like a bitch in heat. I pushed her forward and bent her over my Harley. “You want another ride, Laurie,” I asked. “Oh God, yes please, Dan,” she begged. I quickly undid my jeans and slid them down past my hard cock. I gripped the sides of her jeans and yanked them down over her ass. I took my cock in. Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Mimi’s maid Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of Champagne.”Claire snorted. “Isn’t Champagne usually for the winners?”Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded. My dad got out the driver's side. He looked wonderful. The other door slammed, and Mom came round the front. She looked like I'd never seen her. Her hair is my color, and now it's long and loose with a wide barrette. They were both wearing jeans, western shirts and boots.I hugged them both, especially Mom."Come on in and meet the guys. I don't know if everyone's here, I was expecting you later." We didn't really say when we'd get here because we didn't know ourselves," Dad said.Mom waved at him. "Are you ok Mr. Logan?" No I'm not ok," I said. "I wish I could say that I was but I would be lying to you," I felt a tear run down my cheek. "You know, you look good in black." Thank you," Tracy said. "Can I get you anything?"What happened next might have been caused by pent up emotions or just plain over active sexual urges that I had pushed aside for to long. I grabbed Tracy and pulled her to me practically tearing her clothes off. I must have kissed or probed every inch of her body that.