Come on.” Mom grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the stairs.“Dad just went to bed,” I said, looking at the kitchen, much preferring t...o fondle her hair there, in private.“That’s ok. He’s probably asleep already.”Mom paused halfway up the stairs to remove her high heels. Somehow that innocently normal action cranked up the sexual tension and she looked so hot walking ahead of me in her stocking feet, her buttocks patiently taking turns bulging against her dress.Dad wasn’t sleeping. He. Kane was untying me, making sure I had not been hurt in any way. Gently rubbing my wrists and ankles, caressing my clit and pussy, and licking their mixed juices off his fingers.‘Stay there, don’t move,’ he said, disappearing into the bathroom, turning the shower on. When he returned, he could see my nipples still extended, my chest still heaving slightly. He lifted me in his arms, carrying me to the shower.Sitting me on the edge of the bath, he helped me under the spray of the hot water,. . , “ I whispered, interrupting.“His ... uh ... private pilot certificate number is 5555555.” She continued, recovering fast from my interruption. I liked that. She was smart and agile.She listened again. “Yeah, that’s it and if I should wind up dead or something and the cops have to track Cowboy down, that’s how they’ll know who did me in... ‘cause he’s wearing a big cowboy hat, that’s why!”Mom—or Stephie or whatever—on the other end of the conversation, took over for a moment. “No ... I don’t. Somehow, she felt even smaller standing in front of his large frame. He loomed over her, his hands gently touching the soft flesh of her arms. She trembled.Thomas bent his head and kissed Amy again, pulling her naked body to him. When their lips parted, he pushed Amy back until she was sitting on the bed. Slowly, he took his jacket off and placed it across a chair. Then he pulled his top up, exposing his rippled stomach and then his strong chest. He added the shirt to the jacket on the chair.