To be sure, it didn't end there for either couple. In fact, both pairs enjoyed a robust evening of lovemaking. What would have probably been frightening to the two twosomes if each knew this about the other was that not only did their sex sessions begin similarly with masturbatory action, but they also ended almost exactly the same with the women wanting a simple, romantic finale. Both men determined this to be the classic missionary position, where the partners gazed deeply into each others eyes as they came.
To answer the question on most readers' minds: no, the four did not climax simultaneously at the exact same moment in time.
To play it safe, before George and Donna returned to her house Sunday morning, Donna visited the bathroom at George's home where she quickly and secretly called Kendall to warn the teens that the parents were on their way. Her daughter was grateful for the heads up and said that she would make certain they were not caught in a compromising situation when they arrived.
The four spent Sunday together to begin planning the wedding and start a search for a home. As they became lazy in the afternoon, Kendall wished they had a pool to lay out by. George agreed that it would be nice and said that they would include a pool in their house plans, if the price was right.
As the week went on, the four were together every evening, alternating nights between George's and Donna's homes. On Tuesday, they were back at Donna's, and when Mark arrived, no one was home. He sat on the back patio for a few minutes until Donna drove up. She advised him that his dad had a late meeting, Kendall had a school function and George would pick her up on his way home. He expected them to be there by seven, which was two hours away.
Mark followed Donna inside, appreciating the seductive sway of her fine ass in her tight white skirt. "Should I go home and come back then?" he asked.
"Nonsense," she answered, then turned to face him, provocatively adding, "Are you afraid to be alone with me?"
"No, no, of course not," Mark stammered.
"Good. Make yourself at home, help yourself to anything. I'm going to change."
"Okay." Mark could only imagine what changing meant.
A few minutes later, he heard water running, but thought nothing of it. However, when Donna didn't return after twenty minutes, he became worried. Cautiously, Mark walked down the hall to her bedroom. "Donna?" But she didn't respond. The door wasn't closed, so he walked in. She wasn't in the bedroom. He walked on through to the bathroom, hesitantly peeking in.
To his surprise—the running water should have explained it—Donna was soaking in the tub covered in bubbles, her head tilted back against the wall. She obviously dozed off. The suds hid everything up to her neck. "Donna?" he called again.
She stirred, and then looked up, startled to find him there. However, that feeling lasted only seconds until she noticed the bulge in his pants. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Apparently. I was concerned when you didn't return right away."
"I'm sorry. It's been a rough day," she explained. "When I came in here, the thought of a soothing bath was too good to pass up."
"Okay, well, I'll let you get back to it." Mark turned to leave.
"You don't have to go," Donna said. "Stay and we'll chat."
"Do you really think that's a good idea? I mean, what with you being naked and all."
"Are you serious, Mark?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked with a frown.
"After all we did Friday night and Saturday morning?"
He didn't know what to say, so said nothing.
"Mark, if we're going to be family, I hope we can get over this modesty. I've always been open with Kendall and I hope you and I can have the same kind of relationship."
"Except that you and Kendall are both female."
"Meaning?"
"That I shouldn't be in here while you're bathing."
"And refresh my memory," Donna said, "whose rule is that?"
Mark shrugged. "Society."
"Ah,
those
clever people. Are you uncomfortable being in here with me?"
"Not as much as I probably should be."
"Why should you be?" Donna made certain to keep her voice level with no accusatory or condescending tones.
"You're going to marry my dad and become my stepmother."
"And you think your dad would have a problem with this?"
"I don't know," Mark answered with a hint of exasperation. "He's been unpredictable in the last year or so."
"Since your mom passed?"
Mark nodded.
"I guess I should ask if you're comfortable with us getting married."
"Absolutely, Donna. I like you and Kendall. He couldn't have found anyone better." Mark chuckled. "It's actually made his unpredictability more predictable."
That elicited a snicker from her. "Okay, you're going to have to explain that."
"The things he's been doing since dating you were unpredictable because I didn't know about it and saw no reason for the way he was acting. But now I know he is just a man in love, so while I was not able to predict that the Sunday we met you at the lakefront was planned, or the reason for having Kendall and I spend the evening together, or him asking you to marry him, they would have been predictable had I known he was in love with you. Does that make any sense?"
"Well, I think I get what you mean. Were your parents open?"
"I think so. I mean, they didn't invite me to watch them have sex, but they made no secret of the fact that they had it."
