Mom looked me up and down and stopped at the increasing hard on in my pants. As it grew harder she sent my sister to her room then took my panty fille... hand and led me to my room. She never said a word to me until we were in my room. There she stood before me and took off the panties she had on... Then she spoke.. take those off. As I did she held open the ones she just took off for me to step into them. On her knees, looking up at me, pass my hardon that was almost touching her lips, she. I was almost as excited about the interviews as I was about the fulfillment of my fantasies. Then I realized that telling a woman I didn't know, and hopefully a beautiful one at that, about my sexual fetishes was part of the turn on.Promptly at 12:30 the first applicant was at the door. I answered it and ushered in a stunning blonde, about 5'8, thin, maybe 120 pounds, with a smallish chest, I guessed she was a 34 b. She was wearing a stylish pant suit that looked very nice on her, but hid her. They realized that the truck with the snow thrower was coming up their road."I guess we had better get dressed," Sam said.Sally silently turned away.Sam heard her crying quietly."Sally..." Sam said as she touched the younger woman's shoulder. She hesitated when she couldn't find words. "You... know that this... this can't continue. We agreed on that." You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs."I just can't risk my reputation. It's not just me that I have to think about. It's. I opened the fridg to grab a nibble and I could hear moaning coming from the den. With a piece of ham hanging out of my mouth I steped around the corner to see what was going on. There was John setting on the couch , my wife leaning over the arm of the couch sucking his cock while Mike was beating her pussy for all he was worth from behind her. Mike was facing me and saw me first, he never slowed up he just knoded his head toward me and kept on pumping. John noticed him and he also looked.