“She slept over at Sadie’s house,” my mom said. “Today her family is taking them to Greenfield Village, dinner, and then to see “Westside St...ry” at the Fisher Theater.”“Sounds like a full day of fun,” I said. “I guess this means we have the house to ourselves?”“It does,” my mom said as she slid off her robe. “It means we can fuck anywhere we want.”I then grabbed my mom’s hand and guided her to the one room I wasn’t allowed, my father’s office. After I took my pajamas off we made love on his. Just checking, are we ok about last night?” Read his text.Judy thought for a minute and typed, “Yes! I really enjoyed spending time with you…. and Betsy too. You really made my night I hope you enjoyed it too.”Bill texted, “At first, rubbing against your leg was an accidental move. It looked like you didn’t mind so I kept it up. Was this footsie action a one-time thing?”Judy, “I certainly hope it’s not a one-time thing. You made this girl feel special. I really appreciate it more than you. At least now they had a little more time, though certainly not enough, it was better than nothing. A renewed sense of urgency propelling him forward, he lowered his lips to her softly curving shoulder and grazed her tan skin. Sala murmured and leaned into him in her sleep. Slipping an arm under hers, his hand swept up her side and stopped at a breast. He stimulated its nipple in the space between his first and middle digits, sliding slowly from knuckle to tip, feeling it tighten. The woman. I moaned uncontrollably, unable to stem the tide of pleasure that was almost unbearable. I finally collapsed on the floor, limply. The last thing I felt was that organ slithering out of me." Gosh," Helen had said. "It sounds better than with the pony." Pony? You have a pony?" She had wanted to know.Helen, of course, had told her everything then. She had been eager to know if we still had it, and where she might be able to get one for herself.Before long they had brought the pony in from the.