Benson let me in.Mrs. Benson is maybe ten or twelve years older than I am, and as theysay, "easy on the eyes." As far as I knew, there was no Mr. Ben...on inthe picture."My, don't you look precious," Mrs. Benson exclaimed as she took myhand. "Even better than I expected. The boys are going to be fallingall over you."I certainly didn't want any boys falling all over me, but I saidnothing.She led me over to the piano and asked me to sit down on the bench whichI did in as lady like fashion as I. She was there to show off and all she had was me. The radio station arrived shortly after and started setting up their DJ stand. By nine, they were doing a live broadcast. They said the contest would begin at ten. We drank and danced. The bar slowly filled in. By ten o'clock there were only a couple of other girls, barely of legal drinking age, that were wearing short skirts. The DJ announced the contest would begin at eleven.Kelly was on drink number four. The radio guy came over and asked if. ” Piper crooned as three of Dave’s fingers wedged into her pussy – a pussy that had started to ooze a copious quantity of girl juice. With four fingers, her eyes got large and she stared up at Dave.When his hand slid inside her, Piper had an orgasm. “Oh, holy fuck!” she gasped. “You are the absolute best.”Dave finally wormed his fist into her and found the magic erogenous zone, and a few minutes later, Piper’s body arched up into his hand, and then she collapsed as the tidal wave of pleasure. ”When she said that Marc lost interest in the fantasy they had planned and said, “Mom let’s just make love…forget about that other stuff for now.”“Yes sweetheart…I love you very much.” Annette removed her skirt and he saw his mother’s smooth pussy. The body stocking was open at the crotch displaying her ass and pinkish opening between her legs.“Mom, you look unbelievable in that…God…” Marc kneeled before his mother and started licking on the lips and hood over her clit. He could taste her.