My mother, Delia Bouvier, her friends called her Dee-Dee, had been born Donna Cantrell on the wrong side of the tracks in a small town. Her mother, my...grandmother, raised her to believe that she could rise above her humble beginnings; not by education and hard work, although they would be part of the plan; but by using her looks and her charms.By the time Dee-Dee was twelve it was obvious she was going to be a stunner. She had a beautiful face, a great body, long legs and budding breasts. Her. Condoms required.I asked how long I had to wait before I saw, her answer got me hard... about ten minutes after you finish that drink... I necked it! That made her laugh.Outside I followed her over to her car... she put her arms around my neck and we kissed, my hands moved down to her waist and she said softly into my ear that my hands better not go any lower. I did not want to blow this so I stopped, her waist felt good, slim and firm...She told me to follow her and so I jumped in my car.... " Her mouth told Kyle that comment was rude, but her mind thought yes...yes I want to free it and run a finger along its length and feel it throb in my hand. Kyle moved closer but still out of view from the stranger and maintained his commentary;"Look at you, my rude wife making another man hard. Are you excited and horny, do you need me to touch you?"Kate was tingling and wanted her mans touch, so she broke gaze from the stranger and moved away from the window. She looked up at Kyle and kissed. I pull him through the bathroom, only to stop at our sink, I turn around and again, place his dick at my pussy. I tell him to fuck me in front of the mirror. I love watching him fuck me. He thrusts into me again. I moan and grab the sink to steady me, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. Adam places one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my tit, squeezing and kneading, pinching my nipples as he pounds into me. I scream out again in ecstasy as another orgasm wracks my body. Adam pulls.