I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me and I shivered. The hand in my hair released its grip and moved down, following the curve of my body, until it...reached the hem of my dress then slid up underneath, pausing momentarily at the top of my stockings, then continuing up the back of my bare thigh. Probing fingers slid forward along the silk of my G-string and rubbed my lips through the material as the other hand wandered back down, cupping my breast, and flicking over my nipple. My G-string was. Aren't you two best friends?"Marge was looking aghast at her best friend.Christy colored up now. Maybe Buffy didn't know for sure. But maybe she did and was just being kind. Why would she be kind? She was thinking so hard about that that she didn't answer.Marge stuttered. "Christy? What's she talking about Christy? Surely you don't..." Shut up Marge" said Christy irritably. "We're not here to talk about us. We're here to talk about Buffy fucking our men." The fact that she used Buffy's name was. We finally parted our lips, but he still had his hardened cock in me as he said, “Abi, honey, I had no idea this was you or I would have never said those things to you. But I’m so very happy that you and Jim thought up this little surprise for me, and I couldn’t love you more either. I’ve wanted you like this for the longest time, honey.”That’s when he noticed Ed and Jim watching us and said, “I guess I might be slow, but now I’ve got it. You really are the woman Jim has told me about, and your. I ad-libbed the whole thing, thinking it up on the fly, enjoying the chance to put the long hours of improvizing with fellow music students into practice. Mom was really worked up. Not just her face but her whole body showed how delighted she was with this new experience. She sweated joy, and it was very endearing and quite infectious.We finished with a resounding flourish and Mom threw up her hands and then turned to hug me."That was fantastic!" she cried. "Oh, this is going to be so great,.