Ten minutes later we were climbing into our car and as Amy got in the back so did Donna, which I thought was strange. As I drove off I could see Donna... with her arm over Amy’s shoulders on the back seat and my cock twitched. Amy was wearing exactly the same clothes as before. As we drove home Donna and Amy were soon kissing each other it was difficult driving.Pulling up at the traffic lights close to home I looked back and Donna had her hand on the inside of Amy’s thigh as the kissed, she looked. All of a sudden tears are shooting into her eyes. She’s struggling to hold the tears back. “Do you think I’m ugly?” Tears are running down her cheeks now! “No darling, of course not! Why would you say that?” “Because…” It seems like she’s holding something back. “Yes, why? You can tell me honey.” I’m feeling her inner struggle. Her mouth is opening and closing slightly but no words are coming out. A few moments later she is finally bursting out: “My boyfriend broke up with me last week!” Tears. "It's just a baby," Karen said. "We're not politically correct. Go with the family."Earlier we had agreed it was entirely her call. I was happy to do whatever she preferred, and she knew it.My mother and I headed to the waiting room.My father was reading the paper. He glanced up. Mom shook her head and he went back to the paper.Betty had Alexander in her lap. She had a wistful look on her face. Her three kids rushed up to grab me, each calling out, "Daddy."Harry asked, "Did Mommy Two have her. My fingers found her warm, wet hole and I swirled them around the rim of her vulva, brushing her clit. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath signaling both her shock and pleasure. Her hand had stopped manipulating my member, but now her mouth sought out mine with fervor and her hand energetically went up and down my shaft. My index and middle fingers slipped inside her, then back out. By the end of our encounter I was really giving it to her, and when we orgasmed it was much stronger than.