“You’ve had a rough day. It took a lot out of you. I think you deserve some pampering. Some pleasure just for you.” “What do you have in mind...” I ask. “Well, if I told you, that would just take away the element of surprise, now wouldn’t it? I think you need to let go. Let someone else make all the important decisions so you can just enjoy the ride. But first, we need to get you out of this old shirt.” “But I can’t get it off without my hands….” I try to explain. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care. The tween with the luxurious long dark hair was staring at the older woman’s masturbating hand, and as if she were her shadow, tried to keep pace and match the auburn haired skinny-dipper’s blinding stroke speed.Their eyes didn’t meet. Each was totally focused, visually, on the other’s blurred hand flying over their glistening coochies. They heard the soft grunts and groans and the sloppy wet sloshy sound their fingers were raising from their vulvas; they did not hear the spectator arrive.Susan. And, each gives me stunning orgasms. I am so loved.And I was so well-loved that weekend, it's been utmost in my memory ever since. There have been other times when Jeff was out of the house for a length of time and the three of us always used that precious time for a sex party. That's even what we called it, whenever his younger brother was to be off with friends or visiting grandparents, Andy would ask if we were having a sex party. He loved teaming up with his father to give me a love session. But it was not so much her drab appearance which threw him aback, though it has contributed. It was the air of confidence and regal pride she exuded that permeated throughout their once bright house. A leftover of the brightness that once enveloped the house due to his mother’s touch, transformed into a palace of striking beauty. The house was like a castle and a dungeon all at the same time. The aura of rightly placed complacence from the woman had earned her her stepson’s respect. She made.