I clenched my fists, wanting to stroke my cock, but that felt weird with Dad standing by me.Then Maria rolled off of Mom, flopping onto her back. Mari...a’s round breasts jiggled. Her face was smeared in pussy juices and streaks of my cum. Mom’s face was equally soaked in cream. She flicked her tongue across her lips, savoring the delicious flavor of Maria’s cunt.“She tastes good, doesn’t she, Mom?” I asked.Mom shuddered. “I ... I guess so.”“Ooh, Mom tasted amazing, bro,” Maria said. She. ”“Milady needs a dressing gown, milady ... I mean Lady Esther needs a dressing gown, Lady Anne,” Dorcas said.“Yes she does. Esther, I wore pastels for the rest of the Season after I was wed. That stretched the rules enough, and I was a Tarleton. These clothes, even if they looked new, are not what a countess wears. They scream ‘school girl,’ and you are a matron. Young woman, what is your name?”“Dorcas, milady.”“And before you were Lady Esther’s maid, you were?”“Chambermaid for a solicitor’s. ‘I need to talk to you.’ He put down the butter knife and sighed, running a hand through his curly hair and making it stand up in funny shapes. ‘I need to talk to you, too,’ he sighed. They sat down at the kitchen table and David took Vera’s hands in his. He sighed and looked at her, his blue eyes earnest. Did he know? Vera wondered briefly. ‘I got an internship,’ David said. ‘In California. It’s with a film studio, it’s exactly what I wanted.’ Vera breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in her. .but still not enough. She has masturbated herself to violent orgasms for me so i can watch and tease myself. But that's still not enough. I told her that I wanted to watch her having sex. She could pick any person(s) she wanted and i would be fine with it as long as i was in the room to watch. She thought about this for a week or 2. Then she told me she had it all set up and this Saturday night I (we) would get our wish. She told me this on Tuesday and the suspense was killing me. Just what.