Until now, I had always thought of Gloria platonically, much more of a friend or even a sister than a potential lover. Even during last night’s fest...ivities, with her and Karen taking turns sucking my cock, I couldn’t see Gloria as anything but a dear friend, a lustful one to be sure, but a friend nonetheless. It was different now. I won’t call it love, but I know it wasn’t just lust anymore. I was beginning to care for her more than I would a sister or a friend, and with each of her little girl. "And maybe less painful." I... ," he began as a teardrop slid across his cheek. "I really need to go home. You know that I have to." But he didn't shake free; he just stood there, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of her body wrapped around him.She didn't answer. Her lower hand sank to his genitals. She cupped his balls, kneading them. Her other hand took his penis."Is it an act or do you never get hard, honey?" she asked, slowly rubbing the shaft. He kept silent. She squeezed his balls. "Is. Let’s take it all downstairs.” Lorraine smiled and laughed at her husband.She grabbed a big cooler of iced tea and Jerry grabbed a stack of glasses and the family assembled downstairs, surrounding the girls and moms playing Scrabble. Lorraine set the cooler on a table, that was located next to a small refrigerator in the far corner, and Jerry set the glasses next to it.“Girls? Do you mind if we sit around and talk while you play?” I asked.“No Daddy. Can we ask for help if we need it?” Paula. Bob made them coffees and retired to the lounge to watch a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western for the millionth time.By the time Bob was ready for bed, the bedroom light was off. In the darkness, he could see Sue and Anita asleep spooning. Bob stripped and slipped under the covers, also in a curled position, backing in until he felt Sue's warmth behind him.In the night Bob stirred to find Sue’s arm around his hip and unusually her hand lightly resting on his limp manhood, whilst she was still.