I let my hands slide around her body and grip her buttocks. I pulled her into me as hard as I could. She did not resist; she was surrendering herself....She was surrendering, but I was her slave, and I know she knew it and reveled in it.I reached for the back of her dress and unzipped her. She shrugged the dress off; it pooled at her ankles. She was indeed braless; and, she was not wearing panties, mystery solved.“Okay sir, I’m naked, how about you,” she said, and she stepped back away from me.I. If only the character of my inspiration were still alive. I couldn't do that, I couldn't sit down and get into the mind of the murderer because he was dead. I needed to improvise.Why would someone kill? All the classes and research I have done for my books I've always heard about the bad childhoods and sexual frustration. I would have to build something on that.I took a break for a moment and put my notebook and pen down. I went over to the bathroom and was pleased to find that the water was. Judi was dressed in shorts and a halter that hid her little taut tits from view just barely.You want Honey to take off those shorts for you Judi? Ya why not she laughed now half drunk.I unclasped the button and let the shorts fall to the floor. Her pussy was wet thru her panties and the smell was wonderful I thought.Honey take off her panties and let her step out of them, I was about to when Judi said that she was not into women and that she thought we better stop right now.Ok have it your way. What the fuck?"I turned around. Mrs. D****r was standing behind me in the entranceway, looking into the living room, in utter shock. I turned and quickly caught up to her. Mom was craning her neck to the side, mirroring the look on Mrs. D****r's face but her hips were churning on the vibrator tied up against her yearning pussy. We'd been at it for hours and Mom was incapable of stopping."Uh, Lisa, meet Samantha. Samantha, Lisa," I mumbled, inanely.Mrs. D****r took a step toward Mom. I put my.