”“Oh! Okay!”We looked at each other for a moment – exchanging wordless psychic messages.I broke it by patting her thigh through the blankets a...nd standing up. “I’m making breakfast. Bathroom’s free. It won’t be for long.” I headed towards the door. “I have to wake up The Parents soon – I think they might be a bit slow to get up this morning.”I stopped at the door. “Oh! Liz’s father stayed the night. That means we still have a guest. So, as far as I can figure out Mum’s rules from yesterday, that. The flames were probably coming out of the second story windows and climbing the house as they stood here.“Then we better make this quick,” her finger tightened on the trigger just the slightest bit.Benson noticed and shot her in her left shoulder. Bailey stumbled backwards and fired her gun, hearing his groan. She didn’t know where she shot him as she fell. She heard him approach her, heard his groans and then saw him over her body with his gun pointed at her head. She saw him cock his gun and. He was my stepson. For the last 15 yrs I thought of him as a son! How in the hell could I do something like this?He moved to my jeans and undid the zipper. I sighed and held my breath as he slid his hands and rubbed against my now soaking wet pussy. I came close to cumming right there and then as he slid my jeans and panties down my legs and threw them to the side of the bed. He slid down my legs kissing my thighs. I couldn't help but react and open my legs and reached down and pulled his head. Redhead gasped and held the back of my head, forcing my face into her twat as I greedily licked her hole, smearing her natural lube over my face, "Ahh...yesss...I can tell you've done this before...haven't you, you old fucker..." She was absolutely right, of course. Normally a friend's Wife or even Daughter, would sometimes ask me in hushed tones, something like, "Erm...I've heard some rumours...are they true"? They would often be a little embarrassed, probably blushing a little too? I'd smile.