“Sammi, would you like us to talk to your mother?” I began.She looked uncertain, started to nod, then stopped. “I…I don’t know. I’ve never... had a problem with Mom before. I…I don’t know what to do!”“Well…” I started, then heard a strange noise.Sammi jumped up. “Oh! My phone!” and dashed out of the room.We heard her answer, and she eventually walked slowly back into the kitchen. Most of what she said was “Uh-huh,” “OK” and similar remarks, then ended with “Only if Marta and James come with me!”. The laughter won. Soon we were both giggling like schoolgirls. After more passionate kissing and getting covered in Jakes cum, we went and had a shower together. Jake washed me first, his young soap slippery hands caressing my slightly overweight 37 Yr old body made my cock granite hard, and as the soap suds rinsed away Jake got to his knees and took me into his mouth at the same time as slipping a finger into my arsehole. I've enjoyed many blowjobs from females in my time, before and since. He must have spurted out 9 or 10 times each wave intense and powerful. His semen was everywhere in front of him, all over the comforter on his bed and on his legs. He didn't want to stop, it felt so good what he was doing but he was physically spent and knew he needed a breather.He grabbed his robe and put it on. He looked back at the bed. Both toys laying there and his impressive load of cum all over the bed. He started another shower, once again washing himself all over. In his mind he was. I dumped my wet clothes on the floor of the bathroom and wrapped myself in a towel. Holding onto the top of the towel to keep it slipping down I grabbed the other towel and attempted to sponge dry my hair. Damon? Could you do me a favour and dry my hair? I cant hold this towel up and dry that too Sure thing, honey. I sat myself on the edge of the bed and let Damon kneel behind me, gently massaging the water out of my hair. That feels, so, so good I moaned out, eyes half closed and my head.