I found Kayla to be a kindred spirit. We clicked.”“When did you start, Kayla?”‘Young. I matured early and my older brother was and is a horny ...astard. He was jacking off and I caught him. I willingly helped him get off. Later, we read some porn and I tried blowing him. I liked it and swallowed and deep throated from the very beginning. He wanted to fuck but I was afraid of getting preggers. We happened upon an anal site. We did it and he was careful so I wasn’t hurt. I liked it. Soon, he was. I see a guy sitting nearby at the bar and he is stealing glances especially when she turns around - so I whisper in her ear - go get him. She knows the drill - she has a task and she will fulfill it because I have yet to see a man who showed interest willing to turn her down. She walked over to him and held her hand out and introduced herself - then she asked what he was drinking and ordered him another - this was her way of taking control and let him know she wasn't there to play with him. . I’ll tell her tonight when we get there. It will be a nice surprise.”Pinky was our seventeen-year-old daughter who worked part time for me in my business. She always seemed to favor me over her mother. Up until a year ago, Pinky had preferred doing guy things and Stella wasn’t interested. Now Pinky was split about half and half, mostly from the attention of a boy named Brian, who was in her biology class at school. She also was spending time choosing a college for next year. She was looking. All of the tables were filled with either attractive couples or small groups. They were in various stages of dress. Many of them were caressing and fondling their partners, turned on by Peggy’s shameless erotic display. She saw her hosts, Marcel and his beautiful wife Mathilda in the front row. The look of lust in their eyes only fueled Peggy’s desires even more. The story of how a beautiful, middle-aged, white, American, country-club wife and soccer mom came to be on the stage at an.