But as to why I didn't stop it, that gets complicated. At first, I thought it was your mother under the sheets. Whether it was or not never entered my...head. By the time I figured out that it was both of you, I was too far gone to want it to stop. I also thought I knew which one of you was doing what, right up until I got deep-throated. Princess, where the hell did you learn to do that, anyway? Taking my cock down your throat, I mean. I know your mother can do it, and she's damned good at it,. This all started with a funny idea and a single pair of panties I bought Steve on a shopping trip together and it has turned into a part of our daily routine (a very good part). Steve was wearing panties everyday of the week at this point. We had shopped for panties for him together a couple of times, I had sent him on a couple trips to the mall with orders of what I wanted him to buy, and I still enjoyed bringing him panties home just as a surprise because I knew how much he liked them. He had. It looked like I was not budging and showed no intentions of budging either. “Well, come on Amber, are you really so sure that never in a million years this could ever be justified? It doesn’t matter if he cheated with one person or 50? Can’t I be a little happy too?” Karen asked. “Seriously what do you want me to say? I mean all of the sudden a few months ago you really started opening up to me that you are having marital problems, then all of the sudden we’re at the zoo and Lee decides to. She had a terrific figure; it was what is called full figure. Her breasts were big but they weren’t sagging a thin waist that flared up into a big sexy ass and her thighs, white fleshy thighs. Her legs were long as she was quite tall.Now as she stood in front of these horny men, I was so jealous. Here my mom was stripping for some unknown men. But what was happening in the room was so erotic that I just wanted to see what would happen next. I was I think actually praying that she become.