... How is your friend .... Fuck!”She was finding it hard to concentrate as I slid my finger back and forth along her pussy. Then I stopped as if an...idea had suddenly occurred to me.“Would you like to meet her?” I asked.“Won’t she mind?”“She has no say in it. I’m the one in charge but I’m sure she’ll be delighted anyway.”I took a lock of her hair and twisted it round my finger. As I stood up I tugged on it gently forcing her to rise as well. I picked up my riding crop from the table and walked. I then saw a group of people standing at the entrance to one of the bedrooms and i looked in to see my wife with her vicars outfit pulled up with the owners wife Jenny licking her pussy. Everyone was turned on and watching. My wife came real quick and everyone cheered and then all started to mingle away. I stood there and she looked me in the eye and just smiled. I couldn't be angry as I was so turned on and my cock was hard. I walked over to her and kissed her and said we should go down stairs. ( Hippies weren't around yet). It was 1965. "Cool "was still a word I used to describe certain people. Ida was so cool."So, Syl, tell me about sex with your mom, I'm dying to hear that story..."Sylvia, here is a piece of truth about our family...well the women in our family. I have a really big libido. I want sex all the time, lots of ways, men and women. I've been like that since I was a little girl. Deborah is like that, too. My mom, Ruth Howard, was more that way than I am if that is. " Something..." said Greg. "Can you be more specific?" Alas, no," said Duvall, "but I can lead you to where I believewhatever it is I sensed lays." Okay," said Greg, not sounding entirely convinced. "I'll get the keysand a flashlight. You can lead the way."There was a smell of damp and decay in the derelict wing of the Dannerhouse, the light from Greg's flashlight augmented by the occasionalbeam of sunlight finding its way in through the boards covering thewindows."Here," said Duvall,.