On my next trip it was normal. I checked my bag and made sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer... there I saw several pairs of new panties. A thong, briefs and a low cut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what, I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I found out I needed to go out of town that night that I asked her to pack a bag for me. I arrived home and she was out and there sat my bag. I grabbed it and off I went. At the. He promised to remind all the boys to be present so she could deliver the message from the council. He sounded like a nice, reasonable boy on the phone and she looked at his photo showing him on a sailboat fighting the wind to keep the boat steady in the water. For some strange reason, she started to play with her feminine folds and put it down to the fact she hadn’t had any cock for almost a week and she was feeling a trifle lonely and alone.She put her suitcase down under the desk and. I had my head back on the back of the sofa as he kissed me more, his hand now rubbing along my thigh, his fingertips touching the hem of my shorts.As Dad was kissing me, I felt my Mom's hand moving over my breast and I put my hand over her's, pressing it to me as my heart raced and raced.Dad's first two fingers pushed up under my shorts as he kissed me while Mom moved her hand to pull my shirt up out of my shorts so her hand could go up onto my bra.Chapter 2I put my hand down on my dad's lap. ” “You treat me well. I’ve no complaints “I feel a lady, too “You really are a gentleman In everything you do.” “But, David, really, I confess “That I like Peter, too! “His big black prick gives me a thrill “Quite different from with you.” “For Peter, now, he’s done my cunt “Quite often, to the core “He’s rougher and he’s faster, too “And treats me like a whore.” “So, David, stay to watch the scene “And see your Mom perform “I like to see my cunt so used “It makes me feel quite warm.” I moved.