A voice from inside called, “Yes”.“Your tea, Ma’am,” I replied“You’d better bring it in then.”I managed to open the door without dropp...ng the tray and went in. ‘Miss Addison’ turned out to be Gloria. She was sprawling on the bed beside a half naked Celia and an array of sex toys including vibrators, dildoes, and various bondage toys. I suppose I looked shocked.“Oh, it’s you, the grubby one. Don’t gawp. Put the tray down over there. You can wait while we drink it. Turn to face the wall. I’m sure. He let go of her head and grabbed his dick, rubbing it between her pussy lips agonizingly slowly, making her shake and moan. He put both hands on either side of her head, leaning over her and whispering into her ear. "Tell me how badly you need me, Marisa". She could feel his cock resting against her pussy as she tried to find her breath. "I need you so badly Jer..." She breathed. "Tell me who's pussy this is?" he taunted, kissing her neck. Marisa panted, "Yours, Jeremy, this is your pussy. All. At puberty, when the urges became strong, she used what she had learned about fertile times and condoms to get some direct knowledge about the subject without undesired consequences. Full time contraception available at age sixteen allowed a lot of exploration in high school and college to the great pleasure of a not-insignificant number of young and a few older men.There were no serious emotional involvements until she met Scott. That was an event they would both long remember. She had started. Till now my mom as the fledgeling in dad's family had some close season. Equal if my dad, his brother-in-law, any other male part of this family or any guest of their boardinghouse, bar or restaurant, all had the order of his dad and his mom, to keep calm, to let her be a cute young girl, untouched, virgin, clean. But now, now that her "moralizing" parents, these spawns of the bad, had "sold" her to keep their wicked secret unspoken, that secret that her honorable mom was a streethooker and her.