My hands soon find their way to your back as they always do. That long plane of bare skin is a favorite place of mine to kiss and touch. Even in this ...position where I can't see, I know every curve and valley of your back as I begin to trace fingertips along it. The patterns are normal at first. Up and down with little swirls. Moments later, I begin more complicated ones akin to topographical lines on maps. You love the relaxing sensation, the unexpected paths I take. You smile and your eyes. .. The door to the room was slightly ajar and the soft snores of the person on the other side were finally heard. Paul smiled nervously at the anticipation of getting what he wanted. He pushed the door opened and walked in and crept closer to the bed the sounds of the man's snoring grew louder as he sneaked closer. The moonlight from window outlined the muscled older man, the lower half of his body covered with the bed sheet while the rest was revealed. "So beautiful." Paul whispered. He leaned. Nature took over and my cock stood at full attention inside my jeans. I stood up and my movement snapped her out of thought. She immediately fixed her eyes on my boner and said, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I sat next to her on the bed and took off my shirt. She’s seen me a thousand times without a shirt but this time it was different. Her hand moved hesitantly to my crotch and mine to hers. I felt the wetness of the panties and knew what the outcome had to be. I pulled her panties off. "Very warm," I'd choked, "that's double 4-letter words." "Don't laugh," Liz had replied, "though it sounds simple and stupid it works exceedingly well." I'd been the one to blush. And now I blushed again. For the sake of the gathering, Mom was about to sacrifice Dad to the couch. Or herself. Either way, one of us would wind up sleeping with one of our parents. That was, for the both of us, a common primordial fear. The pair of them, for all their combined perfections, had the flaw of sleeping.