David leant forward and slid his hands along his mother’s legs; her nylons hissed in the quiet room and his cock, trapped between his mother’s but...ocks, began to throb. David stroked his mother’s nylon-sheathed legs, rubbing his hands from her ankles all the way up to just above her knees. Michele had to admit that it was soothing and a little arousing; despite her predicament she could feel herself becoming moist. She wished she had kept her knickers on; it would not take long for her to soak. Pulling their robes apart breasts pressedagainst each other they could feel their hard nipples poking each other.Debi’s hands went under Carol’s robe feeling her soft, smooth skin. Rolling Carolonto her back she parted her robe and gazed at her body. Debi’s hands roamed fromthe nape of her neck, around her breasts and nipples and down her taught stomach. Carol tried to rise but Debi pushed her back and kneeled up on the bed. Debi lether robe slip from her shoulders and pile on the bed. The door was locked. Regardless, I rang the bell. I noticed the curtains move and saw Dena peek out. She opened the door wearing a simple gray baseball shirt with red sleeves and grey sweat pants. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing no discernible make up and she looked like ‘the girl-next-door.’ To me, she has always been stunning in her simplicity.I looked at her, then up to the house number over the door, then back at her as if I didn’t recognize her. I said, “I must. " Wellswood greeted us at the door, "Jean I must say that you look delightful tonight, truly delightful." Thank you Mr Wellswood." Jean responded."Come now," Wellswood smiled, "let's not be so formal, it's Jim." Then thank you Jim." My wife said giving him one of her sweet smiles.Wellswood was in his late fifties, greying at the temples and thinning on top, he had obviously led the good life, the extra pounds he carried at his waist told that. Beaming at us he led the way to the bar, I felt.