Within that first year of college, it finally happened. It was during one of the countless times that my parents were out of town. Like I said, I was ...9 years old at the time. Trisha was in her mid-thirties. We were hanging out on a Friday night at about 10 o'clock when she started the conversation:“I can't believe that you have nothing better to do right now on a Friday Night than hang out with me in my room listening to music,” she stated. “You are 19 years old boy, and a strapping 19 year. Barbara had her sights on our English teacher Mr. Baldwin. She almost had him groveling at her feet. In a matter of weeks she would have been sleeping with him." Look honey, I can only point you in the right direction. I say if you love Lana, move in and have as much pleasure with her as you can. As I told you before that you are a second generation Breeder and someday you'll find a man who will knock you off your feet and you will bear his children. This lesbian lifestyle is only temporary. After plenty more drinking I was dancing and flirting more. On a slow dance I even let a guy caress my arse as well as a little snog at the end. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came straight over and insisted in walking me home. I didnt object and got my coat. We went a differnt way to usual and he started asking questions about me and the other which i. We paused for a second and looked at the complete lust in each other’s eyes. I unclasped her bra and pushed her onto the bed. I leaned down and kissed her again while my hands were exploring her wanton body. I grabbed her breast and tweaked her nipples, I started to move my kiss from her mouth, down her neck and onto her chest. I began sucking her nipples and felt them harden with every tug from my lips, mom’s breathing was getting heavier. I moved further down her body, kissing her torso down.