Peggy squeezed her son’s hand. “When you were in Susy’s room fucking her, where was Grace and Paul?”“In the living room,” he mumbled.“Yo... knew they were there, knowing you and Susy were fucking? Didn’t that embarrass you?”“No, Mother,” he said: “They told us to.”“They told you to fuck Susy.”He nodded.Peggy wondered if her son had been involved already with the people in more than just fucking Susy. Squeezing her son’s hand, she asked him.He shook his head.“Do you know what goes on in that. "She slid her hands under her breasts and lifted them, saying, "Anything to help my horny boy be happy." Anything, you really mean, anything?" I asked as I took a stroke or two."Um, maybe I need to rephrase that. How about anything I can do with my boobs to make you happy."Well, it was better than nothing, wasn't it?"Can you just dress like this from now on, with them out for me to see?" Yes, I think I could do that, is that all?" Um, can I, um, can I touch them whenever I want? They're so. Grinning to yourself, you put your hand on my thigh and rub it gently. I let out a small moan but didn't resist as your hand wandered up to my pussy. You groaned to find out that I weren't wearing any panties. You made up your mind to fuck me as you whispered in my ear, "someone has been naughty...should I punish her?" Without waiting for my response you shoved a finger in my wet pussy and pulled it out again, lifting it to your mouth, tasting my pussy juices. I gave out a small whimper and. Eppler, I have a very personal matter to discuss with you. Can we talk in private for a bit?" Well," I could see the hesitation in her eyes, since she did not know me. Somewhat reluctantly, her curiosity seemed to get the better of her. "Okay. Please come in."She opened the door just enough for me to enter, then closed it behind her. She led me to the formal living room, which looked like the furniture had never been used. I sat in a rather uncomfortable chair with wings — French provincial, I.