”Gwen’s face started to turn red. Not a blush but a flush from her hidden activities. “Did I make you come Ben?” She was getting breathless in...her tone. Her hand was moving faster than ever under her towel which was becoming looser by the second. Ben saw glimpses of upper thigh and the promise of more with each movement of her arm. He felt a stirring deep in his body. A part of him he had thought was put to bed was waking up again. “Did I make you come hard?” Gwen continued. She was leaning. ” I laughed and slid my hand up and under the waist of her thong. I encountered no hair and I finally reached her soaking wet pussy. I teased her clit for a little with my thumb before sliding my middle and ring finger as deep into her as I could. She shuddered and moaned kissing me with even more intensity as I rolled her onto her back. I moved my fingers in and out with the tips curled up to better hit her G spot. I kept going for a while, sucking on her neck and kissing her, those lips. The beautiful Hannah wore less than anyone: french knickers and stockings in pale lavender. No bra; her tits were by no means small but they needed no support. If there was a moment’s hesitation about how to proceed, Audrey quickly dealt with it. “Come on, Conrad,” she said leading me to the bed and easing me down on to my back, “we are the host and hostess, it’s up to us to entertain our guests. Make a start - it’s time for my knickers to come off.” I hardly needed any encouragement but Audrey. Most of my mother's friends were beautiful. Beauty attracts beauty, as my dad used to say, before he ran off with his secretary and ditched both Mom and me. When Karen and my mother Janine go out, it's difficult to tell who is getting most of the stares. Mom is a towering six-one, with long straight blonde hair that she likes to tie into a French braid. Her eyes are an icy blue, her nose small and upturned, framed by high cheekbones and offset by full expressive lips that often split to reveal.