The next morning I slept past breakfast, when I woke Myra, the baby and I were the only ones home. Myra is just like my mom, straight forward. "I love... watching you, watch me feeding the baby."I had no clue what to say. "I noticed you got quite excited, with your fingers in you pussy. Did you cum?"I told her I had never seen that before and thought it was so erotic. She finished with the baby and put him into his bed. She sat down and we had coffee, it was strong and bitter. She turned to me. Megan arrived the next day looking as prim and proper as ever looking around as she knocked on Jackson’s studio door. He lived in the country and for a 32 year old man did well for himself as a photographer/artist. Jackson answered the door and said: Hi come on in! Megan entered and noticed Jackson had on a pair of shorts and a tank top and nothing else. It was very hot and she was feeling over dressed. Jackson: I prefer if you remove your shoes and it is hot in here so you can remove those. "You'll understand when you're older," he said gruffly."Oh," I said. My folks said that all the time, and all it meant was that they were about to lose the argument and didn't want to. "Got it."Come to think of it, maybe Gramps was responsible for what happened.The party wasn't supposed to start until after the dance at school was over. But I guess the dance wasn't all that much fun or something, because some of them got to our house by nine. Larry and Tiffany were the first to arrive. They had. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." Yes," she answers and looks at me devoted and somewhat clueless. "Down," I say. She slowly slides down my body and kneels on the floor as I push my skirt up. I pull my panties to the side and press her head against my pussy. She hesitates, but then starts licking across my labia. I sit down on the toilet seat and spread my legs further, while the tip of her.