. He looked at me. Later he told me that he was staring at my budding breasts, and what he could see of my pussy. Then we played the game. But while w... were playing, I'd find myself staring at his cock, and catching him looking at my tits. I made the first move, "Connor, do you know what sex is? Do you know about masturbation and that kind of stuff?" I asked really quickly, feeling embarrassed. He looked at me strangely and said, "Yeah I do, for both, but don't tell mama and papa." I was. Laura’s head was back, her mouth slightly parted as she moaned in pleasure, her head rising, her eyes fixed upon my mother’s. Her hips repeatedly met my mother’s hips in a move that forced the sex toy deeper inside them both.Laura groaned, “Yes, keep going. Make me ... make me your bitch.”Mom’s energy level suddenly intensified, she was vigorously working to dominate Laura and get her off. Sweat was wetting their bodies, making them glisten in the light.“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” my. Now, for those readers who have kept a handle on things, you will be aware that I recently re-married a very young American girl and that accordingly, I shifted base from Australia to the tumbleweed-strewn heart of America. Geographically we are as close to the center of Northern USA as makes no difference.Old enough to be Katie's grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly. We all split up to our own rooms to get some sleep before crash study day. Jay and I slept in my bed, but did nothing more than kiss and cuddle. It was a great night. The next day was non-stop studying. I had pulled my grades up some, but was going to have to do extremely well on finals. Second semester American History was easy except for the essay question. We were told to write an alternative ending to the Civil War based on one single event changing. I chose Lincoln’s decision to surround.