There was a light on, which sucked as far as I was concerned. If her Daddy was up, I might have to clock him, I figured ... Rachel opened the door and... we let ourselves in.Momma -- Faye -- was snoozing in a chair. She popped awake and eyed us, wiping her face to get it to work again after having fallen asleep. "It's late," she said, unnecessarily."Yes, Ma'am," I responded."You brought her home." Yes, Ma'am." There's something else, isn't there?" she asked, sitting up in the chair. "You aren't. ’ ‘Oh God… yes…’ My fingers stretch apart as far as possible as I push on past your soaking sex and to your legs, following the contours of your muscles. Under my gaze, your toes stretch and wiggle as your tendons are worked. I have never really been one for feet, but nevertheless, as I caress past your ankle, I don’t stop and continue to knead into the soles of your feet. I smile as your twitch in your ticklishness before grasping your foot with one hand to hold it steady. I pull each. However, he had cut his leg while working in the garden that afternoon, and decided not to go, so I went by myself for a change. I felt like I needed the run, it was always a good opportunity to think about things, and just let my legs go on automatic.Once I got into the rhythm, I thought about Janelle – and Lori – and what they suggested. I was wondering what Cathy would think of it; we had talked about going nude sunbathing, and both wanted to do that; but I wasn’t sure what she would think. There was so much and it was like banana pudding as opposed to my cum which is more runny and looks like skim milk. I woke out of my stooper at that point. What had I let happen? Adrenaline kicked in. I pulled up my pants. I helped her to her feet picked up her panties. I helped her dress and then led her outside. There was a man sitting at a desk in front of the club outside. He could tell I was upset. He asked if we were okay. I said I just need a cab. He blinked a flash light and 5 seconds.