With great relief I pulled into the almost empty parking lot, wondering if the restaurant was open. But it was Saturday night and the lights were on.I... opened the door of my Jeep and jumped out and into a puddle of water, almost to my ankles. By the time I rushed up the steps and into the café, my hair and clothes were soaked. My Army green tee shirt was plastered to my chest. My jeans were wet and dripping water onto the floor around me."My, my, look what the cat drug in," I heard from behind. "But mooom!" I don't want to hear anymore about it. You're goingto have to wear your sister's underwear and that'sfinal." But why? I don't want to wear panties. Why didn'tyou do laundry?" Michael, you know I don't have a lot of time since Itook on that second job. I'm sorry but you'll haveto." But what if someone sees me in them? I have gymclass. Everyone will know they're panties becauseShelly wears frilly ones and none of them lookanywhere near boy's underwear." We'll just see if we can. It belongs to his brother, who’s overseas.”Wow! So she had Coach Nelson aiding and abetting. He wondered if the coach knew what she was up too.As if reading his mind Vicki said, “I told him I was getting some garden stuff and couldn’t carry it in my Jag. He looked skeptical but I think he was looking forward to taking your mom’s friend out in the Jag.”Jake realized she meant Sara.“Sara’s my friend,” he said.Vicki cut him a look.“She was the nurse who cared for me when I was in a coma. She was. It felt so hot and wet as she bobbed her head up and down on my erection. It felt incredible. “Oh god” I muttered. “What?” replied Bernice, her lips at the tip of my cock, hot saliva running down my shaft and around my balls. “You’re going to make me cum!” I said. “Not yet” she ordered and got up pulling off her dress. When she turned to face me the dark patch at the crotch in her underwear was very obvious. I reached forward rubbing the damp area then as she moaned I grabbed a handful of.