95, ma'am."So I walked through the door of the old "Brew and Barf," spoke briefly with a few friends sitting near the door, looked around and there sh... was, sitting at a table across the room with another woman who I recognized as one of her friends. I didn't hesitate to wave and smile but after an initial warm set of return smiles, I was faced with the age-old "do you make a fool out of yourself - again" dilemma. Hanging out with Brad all day left me with a nice false sense of invincibility,. She got a shiver out of hearing me say the word fucking so resolutely. "That's it isn't it, you love FUCKING your own Son don't you Mother?" Admit it, that's why your pussy is soaking wet and why you're here right now bouncing up and down vigorously on your Son's lap with my rock hard cock pistoning in and out of you...You LOVE it! I bet you love it even more that at any time Dad could walk down here and catch his wife and Son fucking like teenagers." A strong sigh was all she said as she sped. Just wanted to get a bit of course-work done so I can spend the rest of the day relaxing without feeling guilty about it!” The 22 year old stretched her body out and sighed as she began to absorb the sun’s heat.Stacy shielded her eyes and looked up the hill, to a cluster of buildings on a cliff overlooking the bay. She could just make out two figures on a balcony, looking down into the bay.“Looks like our neighbors are home. What did Dad say, they were eccentric billionaires or. Happy dreams she hoped. Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She’d been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she’d touched another woman in all those years. It felt good. Too good. She was glad Mrs. Foster was straight. She didn’t need temptation in her life right now, when things were going so good for her. Well… professionally anyway. Her personal life was another matter. She went to the shower and quietly.