You want me to shave before I see you. I must keep my beard trimmed. I must shave my pubes and under my arms every day—“ She then administered ano...her hard stroke of the cane. Needless to say it was agony and I started to sweat. It then occurred to me that that was the reason for the towels – she didn’t want perspiration on her sofa or perhaps bl**d and other bodily fluids dripping onto her carpet. “You needn’t bother with giving me a speech. All I need for you to do is… obey.” The third. I heard my mum's voice. "Come on, Carl I need you to stick that fat cock in my cunt now. I need to be fucked."With that she turned around as Carl moved from his supine position and reached between her legs seemingly rubbing herself vigorously with her fingers as she knelt in front of Carl. He spread her bum cheeks wide and I could see her fingers rubbing over the top of her glistening wet pussy. He then took his hard veiny cock in his right hand, rubbed its angry looking purple head in the ooze. Can we really have a party here? “I replied quickly and without thinking, “ yes , of course. I’m not going to complain about a bunch of young girls running around my house in bikinis”I knew how pervy it was as I said it. I braced myself for her reaction. The second it took for her to speak felt like an hour. But she quickly broke the silence with a giggle and the response “ I know, right! “ she leans in. “ Its worse for me. I’m her mother, I’m really not supposed to be looking as her ass” she. After we had become experts at having sex with girls it was time to learn about having sex with boys.None of us girls were on any form of birth control and that was the way Miss Prudence wanted it. She said that having sex was supposed to come with risks but that a man becomes much more excited when the girl is taking all of the risks such as pregnancy, sexually transmitted disease, and pain.Miss Prudence explained that we would only have sex with the boys when we were ovulating. She said that.