Lifting my head slightly I soon pummeled against the sweat moistcontracting hole, a shudder went through Brinsky's body as my tongue hitthe mark."Yeah... lick it out...lick it out Chambers...whoooh yeah...lick my chute.You filthy ass sucking poofter, clean me good now. Oh yeah...oh yeah..eatme"I was liking this as much as him, getting my cock out of his briefs I beganto slowly rub the head in my palms, careful not to rush I was gonna savourthis."Show me ya' tongue, show me ya tongue" Brinsky. "Her arms wrapped around my back and in spite of the shame I felt with tears streaming down my face, I buried my face against he neck as she hugged me to her."Is it wrong to . . . masturbate?" "Oh, no." She pushed me back and caressed my face. "That's not wrong. It's natural." Do you?" I dared."Yes."I looked at her as her face reddened. "But you're married, there's dad." I'm not comfortable talking about this," she stood up, "not with you. It's not right."She walked out again. But, at. Gretchen lay back onto the cushions, one knee up and the other less-so & askew, her body propped as if she were at rest with a good book; Maggie lay flat on her tummy, her face nestled close between her daughter's spread legs and they arranged their hair behind their ears and said things between them only they could hear and giggled some more and generally did nothing - Maggie's head up close and her hand firm on Gretchen's thigh, high and inside, either holding her open or holding her off -. I hit the button on the remote I chose.In the room, I heard a groan. The bed creaked. More murmurs. Stumbling footsteps. The door opened to reveal my mother's sleepy face, her bleached-blonde hair matted and tousled. She was naked, her large breasts swaying. She focused on me. From between her thighs, a vibrator hummed away, activated by the remote in her hand.“Good morning, Master,” she moaned. She pressed against me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, her boobs soft on my chest. “Do you.