I walked back to my room slowly replaying what just happened over in my head, was it a mistake? Did she mean to? Or did she think I was dad? I didn’... know what to think, but I knew what I felt. I felt an emotion I had never really had before: Lust...Although I am 19, I’ve never been interested in girls, mainly because all the girls I knew were complete morons who would flirt openly with anyone, not the type of girl I liked. I thought about sex sure, but always with some imaginary girl, someone. Just a quickie, hun, please," her husband pleaded.Only if you have long blond tresses, perky mounds with pink pointers, and a perfectly waxed cunt would I consider she thought. "Brad..." she dragged."I don't fucking believe this; I gotta beg my WIFE for some pussy," Brad complained as he started to get dress.Kerri pretended not to hear his comment. "Can I at least get breakfast then?" he inquired.Kerri sighed as she stomped out of the room and descended the stairs. In the kitchen, she inserted. He was greeted by an elegant woman whose age he would put at no more than fifty. She was dressed stylishly in a dark blue dress suit and low heels. Maryann was sophisticated and clearly well educated. The way she held herself and her supple motions as she showed her guest to the parlor suggested an underlining sexuality that he had not expected.Jim O’Reilly had come to question an elderly matron but found a formidable and worldly woman.“Please Mr. O’Reilly, have a seat,” she said indicating one. .." Kyle was pretty red faced too."What have you got?" Jocelyn looked down at me. "Move your hands, Chrissy. I wanna see your dick." B-But..." I winced and moved my hands because Jocelyn could make me do anything."Heh! That's cute," she laughed at me and I almost started crying. "It looks like a clit sorta."Jocelyn looked at the magazine for a minute, probably not even that long and I just looked at her, except I tried not to. I was pretty confused right then. Scared, humiliated, excited too.