Friday night dinners, with the sleepover at her house were the standard get together for them.Kevin did convince Christine to shower with him in the m...orning. He had to promise her that he wouldn’t let her hair get wet when they did shower together. After they had lathered and rinsed off, Christine would bend and give him head. When she had him in a state of readiness, without toweling off she would go and bend over to rest her upper body on the bathroom sink counter. Kevin would liberally apply. I knew I wasn’t the only guy fuckin’ her. I knew at least two dudes she was creepin’ with. She could’ve easily asked one of them to do it. But she didn’t . . . she asked me.Tina straddled my waist. At first I thought she was going to grind on my dick until it was hard again. I thought the whole rape thing was a dead issue, and we were about to get back to our fuck-o-thon.I thought wrong.Tina leaned down and kissed me. Right then I knew something was wrong. First of all, me and Tina never. "Not long, I'll get a paper and see if I can get a flat, why, fed up with me already?" No I'm not fed up at all, I'm actually looking forward to having you around for a while, it's just that, well you know the sleeping arrangements and all that!"She laughed softly and gave me that coy look of hers that used as a kid when she wanted something from dad, it always worked on him and the crafty bitch knew it! I was expecting her to suggest that I slept on the couch, but she surprised me!"Well, we've. Susan just wiped it up with a spare napkin and ruffled his hair with a smile.Mom was being sneaky and flavoured the food for the individual palates of our guests. Sofia wanted sweet food, and I vetoed the idea immediately.After our tea or coffee, the younger members wanted to leave. The newest guests were still afraid and wanted to stay in their group. I wanted the kids out of the way and knew that a computer game was the best way of doing so. "Mom, will you make up a hologram of a worksite on.