In any case, I knew I could step in if he was too severe for poor Helen, and so I let him carry on.Jack beckoned her to take place on the sofa, ‘ars...e up’.This she did without hesitation. The PVC dress now pulled up so her arse and cunt were fully exposed.Jack got behind her and thrust his cock up her cunt from behind, as I was wanking my cock in her face.Jack took his time pounding her cunt. “I’m going to make her pregnant!” He laughed.“Yes! Make me pregnant D***y!” Helen responded in a fashion. I could smell Randy’s cock on her breath, and just spurred me on further, as I made out with my Mom like ... well, like she was Randy myself. Our hands started roaming over each other’s bodies, and I have to admit, the fact that we were doing this only to turn Randy on wasn’t the only thing that got me hot.There was something about the naughtiness of it - up until now, I’d always thought of myself as a good little girl, with a secret life. By day, I was mild-mannered Fenella, but behind closed. It was so hard seeing her again. I really knew very little about her. I wasn't really there for her, either." We hugged each other, getting misty eyed.I tracked down Megan to give her the news about the house, and invite her to move in. That was a surprise. First, she put off talking to me three times, because she was too busy. She seemed very distant. Not unfriendly; I can't envision an instance when Megan would be unfriendly, but distant. Like she was trying to avoid me. She finally talked to. Another engine exploded.And for a single moment, the flying machine and the slow, poorly aimed heat ray on the Titanic’s deck were as perfectly interlocked as if a line drawn by a ruler connected them. In that single moment, Ollie pressed his thumbs down. For a single moment, heat struck the KKK’s flying machine – and then the anti-gravity nacelles that thrust from the rear of the ship exploded. Smoke poured from the wings and it started to tumble from the heavens. But another few explosions.