I felt my breathing getting heaver and struggled to keep a moan from coming out.I moaned and Johnny must have seen this as a green light, his finger s...ipped in to my pussy back and forth. It was nice and I began to react, lifting myself on to his finger, my pussy lube started to lubricate my inside and Johnny’s finger started to make wet sloppy noises.He had me just about there with only one finger, I started to lift and fuck his finger faster.Moaning and panting I came, my pussy filled with my. “I must say Melinda, you have a very beautiful daughter,” Joey said.“Why thank you,” she replied.Rachel thought it strange that the teenage boy, that she had never seen before, called her mother by her first name. Even stranger, her mother did not seem to mind; like it was completely normal. Rachel was thinking, ‘My mother is acting a bit unusual. I wonder why? Who is this boy to her? I don’t think I like him. He makes me uncomfortable; I will be glad when we get home and his parents come and. I so wanted to finger her. I so wanted to give her a lick or two, before climbing on top of her."You're right and I'm sorry," she said looking down at my hand, as a pretense to ogle my exposed cock, no doubt. "That feels good," she said, still staring at my exposed prick, before closing her eyes and relaxing.Now, with her eyes closed, as if she was giving me permission, this was my opportunity to stare at her pussy. I took her saying that it felt good, when I massaged her leg and her staring at. Myclients are quite discerning and pay a considerable amount for myservices so over the years I have built up quite a wardrobe, don't youthink?"To say I was awed would have been an understatement! I dropped her handand went to the racks of clothing. Before me was an array of costumes Icould only imagine a Broadway theater might have in storage, with theonly exception being that all of them were female clothes and quite sexy,to say the least. There were Playboy Bunnies, Skimpy Police.