”“You’re right.” Susy let go of Patrick’s penis and stood up. She shimmied out of her panties, revealing the dark triangle of hair between h...r legs. “How do you want me, Pat?” Her breasts rose and fell with short breaths and her heart beat like a drum in her chest.“You mean?” Patrick’s dick gave a jump as he realized what Susy was about to give him.“Yes.” Susy nodded and slipped off her heels. She didn’t make eye contact with either person.“Could you ... could you get on your back, Mom?”. She saw Emma's teeth clench and looked down to see her hand moving between her legs. When her eyes moved back up to Emma's face, her eyes were open and watching Diane. Diane didn't pull her eyes away again. If she wanted to know what Emma was doing, all she had to do was watch her. Emma's face reacted to everything, and Diane found it easy to imagine what was going on. As Emma continued to slide her fingers into her pussy, the other hand was twisting and rolling her nipples. She was imagining. I watched her make her way back up the garden path in her high heels, her hips swaying more than usual. I tilted my head to get a better view when, suddenly, she stopped and bent down to adjust her stockings. Mom spotted me through her legs, gawking at her upside down. She pulled back up and gave me a long, probing look. And then a smirk crept across her elegant face before she turned and kept on back to the party.When I eventually did make it to bed that night, I almost ripped the head. ” She whispered to me, quite loudly, between kisses. “He can never get it up and I always have to deal with myself some other way.”She winked at me as she heavily emphasised the word “other” and I realised that this was likely not the first time Stephen had either watched, or at least known that his girlfriend was fucking other guys. That thought turned me on even more and I wrapped my arms around Beverley, pulling her on top of me, kissing her deeper. She reciprocated more than willingly and I.