She made little whimpers of pleasure and I laid my hand on the shape of Catherine’s head under Van’s long dress. The car rolled to a stop outside ...Vanessa’s house and we straightened ourselves out, got out and walked to Van’s impressive front door. She let us in and guided us to a large sitting room with heavy velvet curtains and a fire burning welcomingly in the hearth. I watched as Van kissed Catherine and, hands on her shoulders said, “I want to fuck both of you. You okay with that?”. I spread his ass cheeksapart, saw the hair in his crack and touched his asshole. He tensed up."Relax, boy!"He did and wiggled my finger inside. He was very tight. It was going to befun loosening him up. I wiggled around a bit more and I could tell he wasvery uncomfortable with the invasion. I smiled to myself and felt my cockthrob at his reaction.When I finished, I told him to stand up. He did and resumed his position.I put my finger up to his mouth and said, "Clean it off, boy." I could. But he didn't even have to begin because my mother did it for him, not that there was much to take off, just three things, sandals, shorts and a short sleeved shirt. We had indeed taken the recommendations about pool wear - or lack of it to heart.Vikki Thompson's eyes were focused on my father's midriff, as his shorts were stripped away leaving him naked. "Wow, I can see that good looks isn't the only thing that Justin inherited from you." She smiled as she stared directly at my father's cock.. .." Mark kept on grinning despite Laura's growing look of horror. "Wait, would that be 'jilling off' cause you're a girl?" You asshole!" Laura cried, before just about full-on tackling him. He laughed as he squirmed under her, tickling her belly playfully. She couldn't resist giggling, and rolled off of him, still shooting him glares of death-- but not as serious death.And then, somehow, she found herself on her back, Mark underneath her, with his hand down her shorts."What the hell, you.