Mom was always obedient to dad as was the norm in villages at that time. Whatever dad said was the right thing for mom. She never objected and I could...always see the acceptance in her beautiful blue eyes. Mom was 30 years old back then, five years younger than dad. Her long blond hair flowed over her shoulders and her slender figure matched with her medium height. Mom was blessed with a pair of big breasts that were very hard to conceal and were complemented by a small firm ass.On the other. Now, she was looking for the right thing just in case toys are not something JD enjoyed; if there might only be one, make it the right one. It had taken almost a month of wandering through sleazy little shops and unsavory websites but they finally found one that had everything she wanted. Rachael had it shipped overnight. It vibrated, rotated and came with a prehensile clit teaser. And a remote control with a signal range, she learned the day it arrived, that reached all the way to the kitchen. I never told him about us. Why should I? It wasn’t like I was being unfaithful to him…it was a woman. I kidded myself, of course I was unfaithful. Just because it’s a woman, no difference. He could not compete with Chantel or any woman. He didn’t have the touch, to know how a woman wants and needs to be touched. When to be rough and when to be sensual. When to fuck and when to make love. I love him but Chantel has lit up my mind and world.And the guys, Steve, Paul, John who rekindled my sexual. Once Dawn joined the group on the first round of shooters, it was easy for Sarah to take charge. The devious young woman made sure there was a toast and round of shot glasses given out every fifteen or twenty minutes, which had Dawn tipsy in a scant two hours.Dawn looked around the circle of young workers and realized she was inebriated. Everyone looked fuzzy and her head was spinning around like crazy, making her wobbly and unsteady. "Wow, I think I'm drunk," she whispered, as she leaned over.