“Or imagining you getting double-penetrated?”

“Me," she breathed, tightening her grip around my cock and beginning to stroke it.

“I don't know that we'll ever fit both me AND Matty Junior inside you.

You've got... diameter issues."

"A girl can still dream," she panted before letting go of my dick and squirming out of her shorts. Shortly after that she was slowly sinking her pussy down around my dick. A minute Later she finally Landed all the way down in my lap. And with touchdown, she Leaned forward and crammed her tongue into my mouth.

Five minutes Later, Belle husked into my ear, "Stick your finger in my ass."

She screamed so Loud when she came I'm surprised I didn't go deaf. seek

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I collected myself before reaching out and pressing the doorbell. Having already done this once before, you'd think I wouldn't have butterflies in my stomach, but I still did.

I'd already been to Mari's house a few times, to pick her up for the

Tahoe trip and then short daytime visits over winter break. But I'd never actually met her parents since they'd merely waved to us from the front porch for the Tahoe thing and then been out of the house for the rest of the visits. I already knew the basics about what they did for a living and the relatives that Lived nearby Like the younger cousin Mari carpooled with to and from school. We got our stories straight, answering truthfully that we'd been friends for years but only recently developed stronger feelings for each other. No mention would ever be made about me being a part of the BTC. As far as all the parents were concerned, the BTC was a girls-only club (and of course, NONE of them knew what the acronym stood for).

“You got this,’ I told myself. ‘You got this.‘

A moment Later, the door opened, I got my first good look at Mari's dad, and I stood up straight in surprise. I don't know exactly what I was expecting -- maybe Edward James Olmos from Stand and Deliver or something -- but this guy wasn't it. Based on Mari's math, he must've been in his Late thirties and could have passed for early thirties. He was a good-looking man who wore a rock band t-shirt and had longish hair down to his shoulders. He looked less like a “dad" and more like an “older guy" I could've imagined hanging out with.

On the other hand, he still WAS a “dad" and he stared at me like a father who suspected I was banging his daughter. He was shorter than me, but still in obviously good shape and built Like a linebacker. I got the impression he could squeeze my head as flat as a pancake if he were so inclined. I gulped and immediately looked intimidated, which seemed to please him from what I interpreted as a wicked gleam in his eyes. But I took a deep breath, extended my hand, and said formally,

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hernandez. My name is Matt."

He shook my hand, smiled, and silently took a step back while gesturing me into his home.

A woman who was basically Mari's spitting image stood just inside the hallway, and my eyes bugged out for a moment at their similarities. She would be about thirty-six now and definitely was a hot young MILF at that. I had to force myself not to gawk at her impressive cleavage in a daring V-necked sweater and tight jeans that showed off her ass. And when I greeted politely, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hernandez," and extended my hand for a shake, she bypassed the hand and instead came straight over to give me a tight hug.

‘oh, shit,' I thought to myself, my eyes bugging out a bit. My body had betrayed me and developed a massive erection in my pants, and from the way Mari's mom Lightly rubbed her belly against it, there was no way I could pretend she hadn't noticed.

Mari's mom's eyes glittered as she took a step back and smirked at me knowingly, although she thankfully didn't comment one way or another.

Instead, she greeted in a perky voice with a thick accent, "I'm VERY happy to finally meet Mariangel's boyfriend. We are so thrilled you could come join us! Please... come sit. Dinner is almost ready."

Mari herself was in the living room, blushing pink and looking even more nervous than I felt. When I walked in she stood up, came to greet me, and we exchanged an awkward hug. Her eyes kept darting over her shoulder to her dad quite apprehensively, and her anxiety fueled mine.

‘Oh, this is gonna be a disaster,’ I groaned inwardly.

Thankfully, though, I was wrong.

Two and a half hours later, I walked out the front door of the

Hernandez house holding Mari's hand. I led her to the minivan, chivalrously let her into the passenger side, and then walked around to the driver's door.

Once we were both seated, Mari's eyes and mine met, and we both Let out a burst of air as we simultaneously sighed in relief.