You go out to get some ice

You lie there thinking about all the crazy new things you have done. You never imagined fucking Mrs Fowler, or Mr Fowler. Now you have done both of them!

Liz taps your thigh:

"Hayley, be a dear and go get some ice. We have some vodka and mixer to quench our thirst before we start again."

You slide off and get some clothes together (dress and no panties), and then stumble out of the room with an ice bucket.

With your mind still racing, you are a little distracted, your pussy is practically dripping down your thigh, but you eventually find the machine.

As you fill up the bucket someone taps you on the shoulder and you almost jump out of your skin. You turn to see that it is Emily dressed up to the nines, her short hair swept in a bob across her face.

"Hey." She says nervously. "So, am I too late, too early?"

"Weeeeelll." You muster.

"Oh god, am I too late?"

"No, it is just that your mom is also here."

"Oh fuck, did you?"

You start laughing, also nervously.

"Wow, both my parents?"

You nod.

"At the same time?"

You nod.

"That's, that's, really fucking spicy."

You both pause for a second. The only thought on your mind is how do I get her in there as well?