Both of us were shaking pretty hard when I pulled out, grabbed some napkins off the counter, and pushed them between her legs to try and catch all the c*m dripping out of her.
Pointing at the family room, that was darker than the kitchen, with the lights off, I told her, "Try and keep to the far side of the room, so they don't see you running upstairs. And put some clothes on. Tell Cassidy to get dressed, too."
Noticing a little puddle of c*m that had leaked on the floor, I grabbed some paper towel and mopped it up. Then I raced after her, trying to stay at the edge of room, so they wouldn't see me from the window, back ass naked, running upstairs.
I'd just got into my room, and was reaching for my shorts, and I heard them call out, "Hi, we're here."
"Oh, f**k," I muttered. I just hope
