I thought about the fact that Mom knew about what was going on in our bedroom. I was already horny, but thinking about that ... about how we didn’t ...have to hide things any more ... made me even itchier. I knew that when we got home I could go in the house and find Brinn and get my itch scratched good and proper and that since Mom knew about us, I no longer had to worry about getting caught.Brinn and Shannon didn’t know all that yet. Of course I’d tell them, but I could have some fun before I. “Do you think I should lighten my hair, sweetheart,” she might begin in an innocuous tone. She would talk about hair coloring or something inane with both knew was of no importance. But, just when my mind had pushed fucking her to a back burner for a second, she would grab my cock and squeeze, saying something like “are you going to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours?” or “Davy, I need you in me so much.”You can see why my mind never left the thought of her in my bed.We were still east of. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. I turned and saw him holding it in his hand, pressing hard on the head. "Come here and open your mouth baby." he said. "I got something for you." I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth. He began to stroke his cock before he shot a hot wad of cum across my face. He then guided more spurts of cum into my open mouth, almost filling it. His cum was sweet like melon or fruit, so different from the salty/bitter taste I was so. A word with the partner, who now seems quite enthusiastic (I have a suspicion that he had a phone call last night, but as long as the job gets done, I don't much give a monkey's) and we are under way.At the end of the following week it's all done, all on time, James is ecstatic, and everyone at the agency is very happy.So a good job jobbed, and shall we go for a celebration drink? Too right we will.An hour or so later we all head off for our respective homes. As we leave Michelle asks me if I.