There was an awkward pause. I pretended to watch the baseball. “No, really, don’t mind me. Carry on.” Already semi-aroused by the story, I was...suddenly catapulted into a full erection by my mother’s obvious interest. Mom was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She let out a throaty chuckle. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it. We ought to turn the AC up.” She got up from the couch as if to do so, but instead stripped off her t-shirt. “That’s better.” She was wearing a pretty white bra with lace. .try it…you won’t stop doing it once you start” I laughed sounding like a women of the world, and not the shy f******n year old I was. Paula amazed me by literally shoving her fingers straight to her clit and rubbed. Paula has mousey blond hair and her pubes were almost like blonde in sharp contrast to my dark brown pubes were hers were short , neat and tidy where mine looked like it had been in a cat fight and was all over the place. She opened her legs wider and really started to rub her clit. I agreed as I was more than willing to do a swingers party so I made arrangements to ride with Curt and Diana. We took their brand new Cadillac and Diana said go ahead you guys can sit up front and talk and I will take the back seat, as we were talking curt had reached over and began stroking my thigh and then it eventually rubbing his hand over my now hard cock in which Diana had leaned forward and said something in regards to mmm I'm liking this View as she watched me start rubbing Kurt's. If I know about it, you can be damned sure the intelligence agencies of the world know it, too. And that is why K-T had been fitted with a small module which was custom built to intercept any radio signals carrying a Manchester code (a method for binary phase shift keying – look, you got Google, don’t you? Look it up) signature or similar, and do some sums. And if she couldn’t manage, I could certainly have a go at it.This all presumes that I wanted to break into that dude’s house. He had been.