And then one day, we were talking about something, something sad, and I began to cry, and Pamela took me in her arms, and, and it seemed so natural. W... kissed, and, oh, Patty! I'd kissed a boy by then, but it was nothing like this! Pamela was so tender and loving my whole body ached from her kiss. And after that, we'd meet in the park and find a quiet spot, and kiss and hold each other... and other things."Patty just stared."You must think I'm perfectly horrid," Cathy exclaimed."No! No... I. Mike had his hand down furiously rubbing her pussy and she was clearly liking every second of it. When Betty saw what her husband was doing to my wife she decided to try and one-up him by removing her lips from mine and sliding my now throbbing cock in to her mouth. She sucked cock just as well as I remembered from the night before, but it was even better this time because she could look up at me while she did it. I reached around her body and felt her pussy, which was totally bald and soaking. I was in my senior year in high school and had many friends, especially two of whom I will describe. Being as there was no segregation in the south where we lived these two were very nice blacks. They were both baseball players, as was I, for the school team and in very good condition. They always seemed to wear muscle shirts and gym shorts when they came to our house. I noticed how they would gawk open mouthed at my sexy Mom but never said anything. I never gave it a second thought only. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called "The Truth about Cats and Dogs." The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn't working. The lead characters had were having marathon candle-lit telephone conversation which turned out to be the prelude to an erotic, but frustrating.