The next morning Mum had gone out to work early, and Dad tried to act asthough everything was normal...but didn't do a very good job of it. Soonenough... he had to go to work too.That evening I went to visit an old friend, I wasn't too late back and theyknew what sort of time – didn't want the same thing to happen. When Igot back, Dad was in a pair of very tight shorts and no top; Mum was in alow-cut top and short skirt. I couldn't help but evaluate them a bitmore. Dad's body was in very good. In the mirror I saw them shift in their seats as I placed a hand on Gail's knee parting her legs. Gail looked at me with slight panic as I ran a finger up her inner thigh and stroked the entrance of her now damp pussy. This brought a loud gasp from one of the guys. Gail drained the rest of her drink and carefully put the glass on the bar and she steadied herself as my finger tip rubbed near her clitoris. I finished my drink and removed my hand from between her legs which she quickly shut. "Come. I’ll be back in a minute.”“Do you have any more brownies?” Karen whispered in Angie’s ear.“Two more batches in the bag beside my chair, both laced with Viagra,” she whispered.Karen picked out six pieces and disappeared into the crowd. She made her way several tables over and spotted Brenda and Diane, sitting at a table with two other couples that were fucking.“Finally!” Brenda exclaimed, seeing her mom.“We thought you forgot about us,” Diane added. “When can we join you and Dad? We’re getting. .. especially one as luscious as you."Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over her inner-thigh... up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought.