I loved Cindy and I loved Sheila. We got up and had a shower together, washing each other's bodies. I did get hard again but we didn't do anything. Af...ter drying off we dressed and went into the kitchen. Cindy had made some sandwiches and we ate those as we sat at the table. We were chatting about Sheila, and school, and then she told me that Dad was camping out up at Lake Otay. He would be coming home Sunday afternoon. "I was going back to the rooming house, but I guess I'll stay here and keep. ‘Don’t mind her,’ Cathy said, not even glancing in her mother’s direction, ‘She’ll be out for hours. And we have business to attend to.’ She led him up the dark wooden stairs with her hard little shoes making deliberate footsteps on each and every panel. Down the hallway she went and stopped in front of her old bedroom door. What followed needed no direction. He slipped into his role and opened the door. A little girl’s room, sunshine yellow in the late afternoon. Her dollhouse, her shoes, her. I feel about 5 inches of cock kin me now and finally say damn I have been wanting this for so long. he kisses me and hugs me and says me too. Then I roll over and spread my legs as I lay on my back and say climb on and give it to me like you know you want to. He kisses me and slips his cock in my ass and drives it all the way, I still have not seen his cock but now can tell it is fucking huge. I want to suck him off now but he is ready to cum. he cums in my ass and drives it forward several. I wondered if he was picturing what I might look like while pleasuring myself. At least that's what I wanted him to be imagining. "So, let's try again," I said in a bouncy tone. "You can be honest with me. I'm not going to judge you. Nick, are you masturbating?" His cheeks reddened, but he nodded, confirming what I already knew. "A lot?" He shrugged. "Once in a while, I guess." "That's good," I said encouragingly. I could have called him out on the frequency, but I decided to let him slide for.