Bas nam ke liye button close tha. Sab dikh raha tha. Main khush tha. Ab mom pura blouse ke button open karegi aur uski baad boobs hilaygi to kya najar... hoga.Par mom ke dimag mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Usne boobs hila ke apni sari niche karne lagi. Mom ne aur niche kiya aur mom ke pubic hairs dikhane lage aur woh ruk gayi.Maine taunt marte hue bola, “Bas itna hi?”Mom ne apni sari ko aur niche kiye. Niche karte karete sari unki ab chut ki uper start dikhne laga. Par I got a glance of moms. So why not this?"He shrugged. "I have no idea," he said. "But you are asking the wrong person. It is to Gagugakhing that you should be posing the question." Right!" she agreed. "So how about let's go do that?" When?" Well, now. Or no, you're right"—he had said nothing at all—"not now, not yet. It's too half-baked, I'm getting carried away. But it's so damn exciting! I've been wracking my brain about the problem and coming up with zilch and then your miss feminist just pops up and cuts the. “I’ll delay the boys a minute while you go warn them we’re here.” I entered the house from the garage.“Kate? Lissa? Are you home, lovers?”“Tony?” The voice came from the living room. I went in and stopped dead in my tracks.Lissa was sitting in my big recliner and Kate was curled up in her lap. Both girls were naked. At first, it looked like they were just making out, but I saw Lissa’s hand buried in Kate’s pussy and Kate’s hand covering Lissa’s left tit.“Sorry, lovers,” I said. “The boys really. She was very prim and proper, always careful to say and do the right thing. A straight-laced Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes, only seventeen but already a college sophomore making straight-As, church twice a week, Saturday mornings singing hymns at the old folks' home. I doubted she had ever farted in her entire life. If she had, it smelled like violets. "Okay," I said, wishing Karen would hurry up and get home. Alone. Without one of her studly boyfriends drooling like a dog behind her. Deb got us.