No I haven’t,” she began to blush.“Tracy, would you like to stroke my husband’s cock and I’d certainly let you finger my pussy. I’m bisexu...l and love being with men and women, preferably both at the same time,” she revealed.“Here, go ahead, I know you want to feel Dan’s cock in your hand,” she offered. Tracy looked in both directions to make sure she wasn’t being watched. She leaned over, and Wendy released his semi-hard cock for her. Tracy caressed it around the shaft and began stroking. “Hey hey Fiona, don’t be shy I’ve told daz all about our little secret he knows what a slut you are and fancies a piece for himself……….you don’t mind do you?”I asked, still stroking her left tit but spending a bit more time making her nipple hard and erect. It stood proud, fighting to burst from her top. Before Fiona even had the chance to respond to my cheeky suggestion I told daz to go ahead and feel her tits.He didn’t need a second invite and reached both hands round to grab at her ample. “I saw them doing things through the keyhole in mommy’s bedroom door…okay, I watched more than once,” she confessed, coming clean with her story. “At first, I was scared, ‘cause I thought he was hurting her,” she went on, “but after they got done thrashing around on the bed, mommy kissed him and hugged him for a long time. So, I figured it must have been fun. I’ve been dying to find out for myself how it feels, and now, here we are!” she declared excitedly. By now, she had his cock fully stiff. The trouble was, all of my mom's lessons assumed a lack of reciprocal interest and I wasn't sure this applied here. "Because it's not right," I managed to say. "My mom wouldn't..." Forget your mom," the older woman said, sliding ever so slightly closer to me. She reached out and stroked my arm with the back of her fingers, causing meadows of gooseflesh to bloom wherever she touched me. "What do you want?"I melted back into the sofa, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. My cheeks were.