’ ‘It was lovely to see you coming in too. I saw your shadow and just knew it was you, even before I saw you. Or maybe it was wishing it was you e...en before I saw you! Anyway, it was you and it’s nice to see you.’ She suddenly looked down after saying that and then looked back into my eyes and added ‘That sounds like a bit of a come on as well doesn’t it? I hope you don’t think me forward for saying that?’ ‘Gosh no,’ I said. ‘It’s nice to know you like talking to me as much as I like talking to. I usually sleep in a gown with stripes and covers from my upper boobs to thighs at night. I don’t wear bra and panty with it. I was a virgin before this happened. Now here the story starts. One night I changed from my cloths to the gown. I forgot to lock the main door of my house. I was just switching off lights when I heard the door opening. I saw a man with a big knife covered with blood in his hand. He might have come after killing someone. Seeing him I shouted. But he immediately closed the. Just a slow, steady wank until he cums. You can do it, so make my son cum for us.”Jean knew the signs as Rory edged towards his climax and as she felt his balls tense she slipped one long finger into his arsehole. It was enough. Becky smiled as her efforts were rewarded and several jets of white spunk flew from Rory's cock and covered her hand and splashed onto his heaving belly.Jean looked at Becky's hand, her son’s spunk running over her fingers, and as if to show the way, used her tongue to. He takes a quick hit as well, but I usher him on with “naaa dawg—hit it good yo” Mark looks at me and grins. I figure being a few years older than me, he was probably way ahead of me, and knew exactly what I was doing. As long as he participated, I guess that was good :)After about 15 minutes we were both rubbing our bulges through our jeans. Legs slightly spread, with my left and his right slightly rubbing against each other. We finished up the joint, with Mark smoking most of it. I jumped up.