“No, Mrs Banks,” Carl mumbled.Throwing a thumb over my shoulder, I said, “I sat on that settee and rubbed my pussy. I fingered myself and came, ...thinking about watching you wank. I came and came, Carl, my head full of your cock spitting spunk on my breasts.”“Aw, shit,” the blond whined at the lie. I hadn’t really masturbated, but using profanity got me going, and I could see it worked on them, too. “Carl,” he said, “for fuck’s sake, mate…”Then he was past his friend, almost shouldering Carl out. I twisted my hips from side to side, meeting his every forward move with a grinding motion of my own, putting an ever changing pressure on my pussy and stress on my swollen clitoris. My revived orgasm was resurging rapidly, building up in me, ready to break free.As he continued drilling into me, I felt myself shiver then a kind of slithery, queasy feeling in my insides. Then there was a rush of indefinable ecstasy laced sensations as my second orgasm swept through me. My arms and legs tightened. That had been an awfully convenient glitch..."I deleted the whole album off the cloud, then her phone and computer,and then sent her a bogus support email with fake headers. I even hadto fish it out of the spam folder myself and mark it unread. You'd knowit was fake, but of course Mom believed it." Their mother, as she wouldbe the first to admit, was generally incompetent with technology andhad previously needed her children to avoid getting suckered; they'deven talked her out of sending money. " No!" she said smiling. "It's not for that! We want you girls to start using this after you get out of the shower. If you don't take care of your skin now, you'll get dry and itchy skin." And it will look like you have dandruff," added Julie. "But for other special needs lubrication..." she pulled a couple of bottles of the stuff she had given me at the hospital out of her purse, "this should tide you over for a while. Though from the looks of the two of you together... You probably don't need.