” I raised my eyebrow in concern at her choice of words.“Look, Mrs. Jones, this wasn’t my idea,” I protested feebly.“You can forget the ‘M...s. Jones’ nonsense,” she informed me, kissing me again. “We’re both well past that level of formality. You don’t invite the mother of your girlfriend to share your bedroom with you as you violate her daughter without getting to call her by her first name,” she teased me, proving what I’d begun to fear was a wide conspiracy to torment me at every opportunity.. Dressed and acting as she was, she was purely a piece of meat to them; something to jockey over and compete for. It got very old, very quickly.She had been keeping half an eye out for Ben the entire time she'd been here. The moment she had mentioned this Gunny person to him, he had become more alive. If he had been a dog, his ears would have perked. That was why she knew that he would be here at the Horny Bull. Even the possibility of finding and confronting this potential threat to his turf. They were both 5 years older than me. I was physically well developed and quite aware the effect my body had on the opposite sex. I must admit I was secretly thrilled (and still am) when men and boys ogled me and would (and still do) flaunt myself to them quite shamelessly. The evening I first met Paul we kissed and intimately fondled each other while Allan watched. When Paul freed my breasts he invited Alan to join him in playing with them. I must admit, at that stage, I became nervous. She was indeed a beautiful young woman. She looked like she had been well fucked as she hummed to herself sitting at her vanity. 1142 watched her and felt that she was a very happy young woman. Katie put on a stunning silk nightgown, reached up underneath and lowered her panties. She turned the lights off and laid there waiting for her lover to appear.1142 took over her body as she slept lightly. It drew all of Katie's memories to its own mind and in fact, became Katie. The real woman was.