Walking back to the reception, he looked back at the shack, thinking how lucky Arun was to have a woman like Neema. They were already kissing each-oth...er, and anybody who saw them together would never guess how they were related.Neema was starting to tempt other men. Arun seemed to have greatly liked it. He was seeing a change in his shy mother. She felt the same about her dominant, yet protective, son.“Did I hurt you, Baby? Are you angry at me?” Neema asked Arun, kissing him back,. She quickly grabbed her clothes and opened the van door and jumped out, calling him an asshole as she left. I asked him what that was all about. He told me he had caught her skimming the till and told her the only way he wouldn't tell on her was if she fucked him tonight. I guess a 3way never came up in the conversation, nor a big load of cum all over her pretty tits. Now here I was, laying here with a big hard on and balls full of cum. I said that I guess I was going to go home and jerk. "Fark!" he exclaimed.His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with a hand."It's okay," I said with a wide smile. "Your mom and grandmothers pretend they don't use those words. If I had known what was inside one of these boxes twenty-five years ago, I would have said a lot worse."I wondered if the women knew I used their 'hard' stances to play the good guy with the children."Is that really a..." he started to ask but gulped."An X-23," I said pulling the black card out of my pocket.His eyes. Two hands worked their way up my legs and they were teasing me through my panties with their fingers. I was getting wet and could see where this was going very quickly. Next, they lifted my jumper and exposed my breasts in my bra. Another little tug and my bra was over my breasts and each nipple was fondled by deft expert fingers. They both twisted around and began to suck a nipple each. "Gently boys, not so hard, " I wispered, "plenty of time to do that". "I hope you are hung like Dan," I said.