The pic showed her on all fours, looking over her shoulder, so naughty. I came hard. After few minutes, he asked if I was still there. I sat and th...ought it will be a small gathering, I just jerked off, why not. So, I shot him a message, that would be glad too. He sent the directions and time. I purposely arrived 10 minutes late, to try and eliminate any more than expected awkward moments. I knocked on the door and with some laughter, Jon opened the door, He smiled big and said welcome. He got to the door and knocked on it and Diana answered. There Bryan saw a 5’4” 125 lbs. 28-year old divorced mom with an angelic face framed by natural blonde hair with brown highlights down to her shoulders. From there he saw her tanned-skin down to her about 34C cup boobs in a very skimpy bikini top going down past her flat stomach to a extremely skimpy bikini bottom thong that just barely hid her pussy, then it went down to her smooth long legs. “Bryan are you ok?” questioned Diana with. Given that this shack-up was her idea, I guessed I passed her muster. My reverie was interrupted by Erin’s voice. “John, can we do it again? For dessert?” “That’s a wonderful idea. Let me quickly clean up the kitchen, then we might run through the shower on the way back to bed,” I said. * As we stepped into the warm shower, I said, “Let me wash you first.” Soaping the washcloth, I started at Erin’s neck and worked my way down her back, over her hips and down her legs, slowly caressing each. “As preposterous as you fucking dad’s brother; getting rogered by Roger,” I smirked.“And you and Dad in the middle of a bitter divorce. Sure, you have the great job, the nice apartment, the BMW and the Merc; your designer clothes and your high-flying friends and acquaintances. But that’s nothing compared to half of Daddy’s fortune…is it mother?” I grinned viciously.I gripped her thigh despite the hold she had on my wrist.“I bet Daddy would be very grateful to me if I gave him a copy of that.