I picked up the phone to call Kevin and find out what was going on when my doorbell rang. “What the . . .?” I asked as I hung the phone up and wen...t down the stairs. Opening the door, there was my prince charming. “Kevin, what are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought you wanted me to come over.” Kevin said, looking crestfallen. “I did, I mean I do.” I said. “I was just expecting you to call. What did you do, walk?” I asked letting Kevin into the house and closing the door behind him. “Actually,. He especially wanted to cum just before bed time so that he wasn’t rock hard as he stripped between his hot naked mom and sis. And of course, as soon as he could get out of bed in the morning, he needed to go take care of his morning erection. Then, most days, at least once or twice each day he needed to relived some pressure, especially if he caught sight of his mom or sis, changing or going to or from the shower or something.However, in time, even the tiny bit of privacy afforded by the. And he left them smiling after him.Back at the plush main-house, he made himself another tall one and slumped into a chair. If only he didn't have that godamned heavy gambling debt to Bovino hanging over his head, he could concentrate all efforts on Susan... and maybe get a piece of her daughter Nadine as a bonus. Hell, there was no question in his mind but what she had a case on him... and that little minx was nothing short of breathtaking. But it was Susan he wanted for keeps; he was clear in. I pre-gamed a little with a half bottle of 99 Bananas before I left with a plan to finish myself off at the bar. It was ‘call your shot’ for two dollars, anything on the shelf for the last two hours they were open. I was buzzed when I entered. The mood was addictive and the energy was electric. Guys and girls on the dance floor jumping to the music. If you call that dancing. But there was no rhythm to it, no elegance, no grace. All I saw was a bunch of horny little fuckers, so hormonal wanting.