It was Friday night at 8:00 o’clock. He let us in and we had some informal conversation to break the ice. Roger was about 5’ 9”, 180 pounds, bro...n hair, and a short beard. Helen doesn’t have a massage table so he went into his bedroom, stripped and lied face down on the bed. We entered the room; Helen put on music and dimmed the lights.Helen and I got down to our underwear and she stood to his right beside the bed while I got on the bed to his left. I have some experience giving massage and. If anything was wrong she'd alert him, and if she was talking to them then they'd be unlikely to just drop by."There you are," someone called out from the doorway. They turned, only to see Patricia and the rest of her band, including Chelsea and Jordan."I might have known you'd find the only remaining place still packed with women," Patricia teased, "but this isn't your usual crowd. You should give these women a break. You already steal enough women away, you don't need to switch teams to. Cathy’s breasts are enormous with small, very pink nipples whereas Mila’s are small with very big and dark red ones.As the two girls get lost in their kissing, Evony sets to remove their shorts. She starts with Mila’s tan shorts. Beneath is a nice little pair of wet white panties. It is pretty obvious that Mila’s pussy is soaked and in need of attention. So Evony quickly rids the girl of them. Mila automatically spreads her legs, giving Evony a good look at her pink pussy lips. Evony drops down. "I'm Donna Smith. I'm looking for my daughter Cindy."Feelings going up and down in me. I knew Mom was a spectrum. I knew her in her slutty mode, on the prowl. And I knew that she could comport herself decently as well. I rounded the corner hoping against hope.Mom. At her best. Understated dress that didn't show either cleavage or tattoos. Hose. Shoes with modest heels. Her hair was neat, conservative, and pretty close to the auburn that was her natural color. I only knew it from occasional.