With one quick and witty barb Betty had deflated the entire situation and Blair looked ashamed. Blair was normally so confident and yet I could tell t...at Betty’s presence made her insecure on every level.I was no longer a source of potential amusement to Blair and her friends. Blair told everyone that she would take other requests and solicited ideas for using me but her moment to be the life of the party had faded. I was quite thankful to Betty for her off-handed comment. If she hadn’t said. Lisa’s thumb is pressing against her clit and does not give it a moments rest as the other three fingers slide in and out of her. She can feel her body begin to react to all the attention focused on her clit and a warm glow begins to form in her belly.She would love to have her suck her tits or give her another kiss, but she knows they can be seen from the house and even wonders if this is obvious what is going on now anyway. She says something to Lisa, who says ‘’ No one can see us. Feel my. She moaned at once, she was hotter than a firecracker and ready to go off like one, too. She grabbed his hair and pulled him into her so close that he could barely breathe. He licked and sucked at her clit, her engorged pussy lips and sucked her juices. Tina came over and over, until I reappeared at the entrance of the room.I was wearing a bright crimson red vinyl tube dress, two buckled shoulder straps accented the dress, and a choker of the same material with one matching wrist cuff finished. My lust story to make my mom my slut has begun as my dad went on an occasion to Bangalore for one full week.Day 1 on Monday:After my dad left in the morning, I went to college, but not even for one second my mind was in my studies I was dreaming about my mom. I wanted to go home as early as possible; the devil in me was not listening to me. Knowing that my mom is enjoying the stories about a son fucking her own mom, entering his manhood from where he has come to make her soul happy. Now after a.