I told Gina to go to work, have fun, and make lots of "lurvely" money."Sorry to hear it, hun," she said resignedly. Then she brightened. "Say, Jim, ho... would it be if I asked someone else along? I saw the way you looked when I talked about those bloody East European girls. I could get one of them to join us. How would that be, hun? A curvy little old black bird and a perfect teenage blonde?"She had found her point d'appui. I wavered. "Er..."At this point Wendy, who had been listening with. He started kissing me again and rubbing his hands on my titts again and one of his hands drifted under my skirt and he began rubbing my clit and sticking a couple of fingers in and finger fucked my now wett pussy I was turned on and getting hotter than ever as he was licking my neck and pulling my tits out to suck on my nipples I looked around the room and noticed it was a sex room it had all k**s of thing to play with like a sex swing and toys to restraints he quickly undressed and pulled my. So, in an effort to give his dad a break, once a month Joe, playing the part of the dutiful son, would relieve his father from obligatory drudgery of having to chauffeur his mom and her one sister around. So anyhow, one Saturday morning some ten years prior, in mid to late September, after an hour or so of unproductive yardsaling, Joe, on his mother's urging, drove her and his Aunt Clara over to a huge, combination tent and building housed flea market. Having agreed on a prearranged time to. ’ We left there to go to my place for wine and conversation, and whatever else happened. I took my packages into the bedroom and took the opportunity to change one thing I was wearing. She was pouring the wine when I returned, which we carried into the living room. ‘So much has changed since I met you,’ she said. ‘All for the better, I hope,’ ‘Absolutely for the better,’ she said. ‘I’m glad. I knew I wasn’t seeing the real you,’ I said. ‘By the way, I have something for you, but you’ll have.