We had gone to dinner and a play at the local theater and had a great time. When we got home Anne let me know that she was tired and was headed off to...bed. It had been well over a week since I had gotten off and since I didn't have to go to work in the morning I headed to the computer.I started to click through some random categories on one of my favorite sites and ended up on the BDSM tag. I am very diverse in my interest's, but that night this topic caught my eye. I opened the tag and started. I didn't know you were here," John stuttered."Umm..., mom, Nancy... this is Miss Stephanie. She's my theaterteacher at Notre Dame." And her tutor on set, sometimes," Miss Stephanie purred. "So nice tomeet you." Bebe, we need you on stage," Don called through the sound system.'Damnit,' John thought. Then he said, "Mommy, I have to go. I'll seeyou tomorrow." Bye-bye, baby. I'll see you for lunch, tomorrow. Rose has areservation somewhere." Ok." He kissed her and his sister, then ran back to the. After Ruth got up, Jenny lay down and exposed her pussy properly, spreading herself with two fingers. Jenny’s gash was the first other woman’s cunt that I’d ever seen close up. I had leant in, curious, wanting a better look, and then very daringly I had actually reached out and touched her clit, showing Jenny exactly it was hidden under its protective hood. Jenny had responded with a gasp, and I looked up to Ruth, she responded with a smile. Jenny put her hand instantly on my wrist, and then. During the second course, she was finally able to taste the soup, appreciating the waiter who unobtrusively touched the end of the soup spoon indicating which utensil she should use. She listened to Jake and understood when he suggested she take only a few sips of the wine.During the third course, Jake looked up from his salad, "Janet, you can't keep looking at me like that." Why? Does it bother you that I'm impressed?" I don't mean those looks. It's the ones where you lick your lips as you.