”“Good. I want you and all my guests to enjoy yourselves and know there will be no restrictions this weekend; other than basic rules for the safe...y of all concerned.”“Yes, about that, what exactly will your rules be? There was nothing included in the paperwork I received. I’m assuming all guests received similar packets, albeit theirs will be more detailed since they have been in the planning for months now,” Mallory stated.“Yes, correct. The packet you received is different from the other. He plays video games too!” Mike replied.“You have a son?” Jessie seemed shocked and dismayed that Mike had anyone at home.“Yeah, does it surprise you that I was able to procreate? “Mike said coyly while I nipped at their feet and flapped my arms. Mike ripped off a tiny piece of bread from the slice hanging out of my ass and tossed it on the ground for me to try to bend over and pick up with my mouth. It was more difficult than it sounds.“You just didn’t mention you have a family,” Jessie. It was the turn of my left hand to clutch her left breast while my right hand reached on the top of her saree-clad mound and started rubbing her covered clit with passion.“Mom, your tits are still firm,” I acknowledged while her head swayed sideways as my lips planted a kiss on the back of her shoulders. I realized that it was my teasing of her clit that was arousing her and hence continued to rub between her thighs. Her right hand came back to hold my head while her left hand reached to her. .."Mary chuckled wryly. "That was the night I discovered alcohol. One beer, and I was looped. Nick had a hand in my panties while I was still trying to figure out how many he had. He rode me to two climaxes, then rolled me over and worked it into my ass. Afterwards, I was in love, but Nick was looking for a wild tale about what a stud he was. Forty eight hours later, the whole world knew I was a slut." That's a little harsh..." No, Hon -- it's true. I'm a slut. I LOVE sex -- and for me, that's.