We both lived with our parents, who were also close to each other. We lived quietly, and by that, I mean we were close to ourselves with our sexual li...es. Once everyone else in my house was asleep, I would turn off my lights, crawl under the bed, and gently rub myself off. I did this because my room was the only one in the house that did not lock. When it came to orgasms, I was subtle. Of course, if you were watching me, you would know I was having an orgasm, but I never moaned, and I tried to. “Sweet.” “Nice legs.” “I could give her one.” I felt my face redden, but I focussed on the man behind the bar. “Excuse me, my car ran out of gas just outside. Is there...?” A burst of male laughter startled me into silence. “Oooh, gas, excuse me. What is the bitch doing in here? Does she think this is a filling station?” was one man’s idea of humour. “No, I reckon she is on the game,” another wit called out, “How much for a blow-job, love?” Those were the more polite comments I heard as. What will make you feel better, should we stop? His head shook NO with big eyes and a nervous smile . She stared into his eyes saying OK, then guided his hands to the inside of her legs getting closer to heaven. Stan said to J, what am I suppose I do? Her answer, Stan do ever feels right. Do you want more wine to relax? His eyes nodded yes. J told him she was happy the way he was handling tonight. Are you feeling excited she asked? Stan slid his hand closer to her pussy. Looking back at me. My mother was an attractive thirty one year old woman, her figure tending to the voluptuous, she had heavy breasts 38D with nice big nipples straining through her thin sheer white nylon bra, her breasts were sagging slightly from their weight, and as she moved they bounced and jiggled nicely. Her skin looked white and incredibly smooth.Her knickers were sheer white nylon too, and as she moved they wrinkled and shimmered on her shapely hips and buttocks. Her belly was nicely rounded, above the.