I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.I saw that she had placed a couple of towels on the bed with several bottles of massage oil on the ni...htstand. I suddenly got an idea. "Mom, do you mind if I take my jeans off. They are going to be a bit rough on your skin." Do you have underwear on?" she asked and then laughed."I do," I answered with a laugh of my own. I had in truth thought about leaving my underwear off. Now I was glad I hadn't."Sure, get comfortable," she said as she glanced. The V-neck plunges and you can see my cleavage and full breasts. You also notice my manicured nails and a touch of lip gloss on my lips. You know that I love red wine and you order a bottle. I literally can't take my eyes off of you. We bring our wine glasses together and toast to a beautiful night together. As I sip the wine, I feel more comfortable. I touch your face and you kiss my hand. I don't even want to eat. I want to fuck you so bad. I am trying to be a lady but you read my mind. It continued off and on throughout the day and into the evening before culminating with us all utterly exhausted and worn out. The next morning we all went back to our normal monogamous lives. Gram died later that year and we all wondered when Mom sent out the invites for the next Retreat what would happen. When we got here, she said to honor Gram, we should take a vote whether to continue the Saturday love and freedom celebration. We all voted yes, and this is the sixth yea anniversary!” I. "But I wasn't...pleasing myself." That was a little different, but there's nothing wrong. Cheer up, I'mnot mad at you and neither is Arnie."Jared sniffed and looked at me dead in the eye, "I have something elseto confess. I've...I've been doing that for money." You're a prostitute?!" No...I...well, I guess I am," he said meekly, "It started with Ryan,remember him?"Indeed I did, Ryan was Jared's friend in middle school and he wouldalways stare at my breasts and backside. It didn't bother me.