I raised my right hand up to touch the smooth and soft skin that nowcovered my face. In that time, that tear had traversed its way down myface to dri...p off my now softer chin and dripped down to the sink beneathme. Despite her sadness, the face that stared back at me was beautiful,breath-taking even. I was captivated by her, yet she was me.With my hands between my thighs, I could feel my cock becomeinappropriately hard just looking at that face. Although I could tell itfelt smaller, I wanted. “Shall we do it in the living room tonight? It might add to our enjoyment.”“Good idea, Sheeza” replied dad, smiling back at mom. “We’ll put some sheets and cushions down.”“You’ve both showered” responded mom, “But I still need to, and then change into something more appropriate,” she said, grinning cheekily at us both. “Give me a while to get ready,” and with that, she disappeared into the hallway.“Rasheed,” said dad to me after mom had gone, “Get some sheets from the linen cupboard, and. We sit down on the couch and have a couple of drinks and make out,me stroking each of their cocks through their pants,kissing each other deeply. After a only a few moments I lead them upstairs to my mom and dads room and their king size bed and they both start to undress. I sit on the edge of the bed and as they come over to me I take their cocks in my hand and start sucking on them one at a time. Stan and Jim,both in their 50's and both very well hung,moan their approval as my red lipstick. Such a strange thing to say...”Robert swallowed half his wine at once, feeling self-conscious.“It's such a lovely night," he said. "Do you...do you hear something?”Charlotte had her back turned to him, looking at nothing in particular. “Hear what?”“A kind of clicking noise?”“Like a tapping?”“Yes!”“No, I don’t,” she said.Robert looked around. “I’m hearing it all the time, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. No, actually, it’s not all the time, it’s only when one of us says something, or.