He reached out his hand to me, and I reached up to him. He took my hand, squeezed it reassuringly, and did not let go. The way he held my hand told me...that he also needed to know that I was ok with what he might do with me there.Brad was not sitting more than six inches on Jake’s right. I had my free hand on Jake’s leg and just the head of his cock in my mouth when I saw a feminine hand wrap around Jake’s cock and stroke him. I glanced to my left, and Barb was still working on Brad’s cock with. .. I... don't understand."Pam sat up, stroking the cum-stained cock and licking her fingers. She gazed hotly up at her older sister and giggled. "Mommy knows all about you and Gypsy."Gloria's eyes darted from her sister to her mother."It's easy to understand, Gloria," Marsha said. "The three of us... we're horny women without men. I've always known about you. Now, why don't you get undressed and join the party? It's time the three of us really became a family."Gloria's face relaxed. She didn't. It was only in recent years that I realized that my attention may have been the only admiring glances she was receiving back then - entering middle-age, husband ignoring her and feeling lonely and old.When I went out on my first date, mother stayed up sternly until I returned home and would not speak to me for days after. She continued to act jealous of my girlfriends until I learnt not to bring them around, not to disclose that part of my life with her.Back then dad liked to fuck mom after. Memories of rubbing my hands all over her body, and her touching and sucking my dick and sprang up. So did my penis. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. On second thought, why not? She’d taken at least some of the initiative. She pointed to a chair directly in front of the desk. I sat, as she wiggled back, leaning against the edge of the desk. She slid one leg over the other, her skirt riding up even further. Saroya had the best legs, sculpted but not overly muscular. She could probably break one of.