I felt the fleshy sheath grasp it like a velvet fist. My mother spread her quivering thighs even wider as her body writhed and undulated uncontrollabl.... She groaned loudly in abandoned lust. The moist folds of her vagina gripped me so tightly that, at time, I had trouble stroking my cock in and out. Her beautiful face was distorted with passion and little cries of ecstasy escaped from between her clenched-teeth. Her long legs gripped my hips as tightly as a wrestling hold as I thrust my rampant. As young as we all were, I think we were all making near the same salaries where we worked.I hope I am describing a neighborhood in which nearly all of us became really close friends.We baby sat for each other, we helped with home improvement projects and if someone was away on vacation their lawn got mowed.If one of the mothers was sick the other mothers kept the kids.A lot of the women met for a coffee break each week day morning, but gossip was not allowed. They did talk about their husbands. There comes a time whenthat womanly side has to get out. I know how you feel. I know it verywell. Believe me, I know what you are going through. Nothing is 'wrong'and we will not hurt you in any way. Just spend this slumber party withus and you will learn and feel what your feminine side has wanted you tolearn and feel for many years."I gently kissed Jacque on the forehead and gave his curlers one morefirm squeeze."Now Jacque, before you go under the dryer. OH! You are going to adoreand hate. Besides, they will probably just watch."They all just grinned, turned and headed to the door. I followed along as Dwayne and Amie clung tightly to each other as they walked out the door and down the sidewalk. I was walking along with his friends and they were making crazy comments to me like "Dwayne is going to fuck the shit out of your wife!" and "I can't believe your are giving your beautiful wife to a stranger, if she was mine I would keep her for myself."When we got to the room, Amie pulled.