Okay, it revealed a bit more flesh than usual but I had a nice body for my age so why not flaunt it? Justin made a few comments but I simply told him ...o remember who I would be coming home with. It was all light-hearted banter.The party was in full swing when we arrived. Usually we'd go our own way shortly after arriving but, because Justin loved his scotch, I’d always be careful about how much I drank. Otherwise, we’d need a cab to take us home.Having left my wrap with an attendant, I accepted. Afterwards, they lay on the floor, Andy resting his head on her soft belly, his fingers toying in the sticky, matted hair.It disturbed Beth, piqued her conscience that once she had imagined it was Doc fucking her. Twice, actually, because when she shot off with Andy she was thinking of Doc's big pecker. It seemed to heighten her orgasm. She felt guilty.Beth sat at her desk rationalizing her feelings. What happened yesterday hadn't hurt Andy. It actually had improved it for both of them because. Peters would daily talk across the way from the second story of each house. Other times they sat in the kitchen or front room having coffee. Because they so often talked with Mom leaning from the window of her sewing room I found myself more and more frequently having to pass between the houses and never missing a chance to look at Mom. Each night I found myself abusing myself long and hard just with the vision of Mom's breasts resting on her arms. What I really wanted was more; just a look or. Hmm. Presumptive close. Betty, you’ve already consented to let her go, so which of us should she ride with? Nice job, Beca.“Uh, I suppose with ... Oh, it doesn’t make a difference. Have fun and be home by midnight. Do you all understand?”“Yes, Mom!” we chorused.And so, it came about that on Saturday at seven, we all showed up at Cindy’s house, dressed in solid black, to pick up our date. Black was something Cindy had plenty of since she often wore a black dress to play in the community.