" April said, scooting away and pulling on Billie's arm. "Plentyof room, and warmer." She patted the bed beside her. "Get in." April, you're drunk," B...llie protested."So are you Billie." But it's your bed," Billie replied."And I want you in it with me," she said softly. "Please?"Billie saw the pleading look in her eyes. She didn't know it, but theapprehension she was feeling, causing this hesitation, was exactly whatApril had been feeling earlier that afternoon. Billie needed to be sure,to ease. ’ Ann gasped over the phone. ‘I’m slipping a finger into my pussy, it is so warm, I can feel my juices running over my fingers. My other hand is touching my nipples, they feel so hard, hard for you baby. Are you touching yourself?’ Taylor with the g-string still over his nose was stroking his hard dick with almost feverish abandon. His reply came in short bursts, ‘Yes…I’m stroking my…penis.’ ‘Don’t say penis baby, say prick…say dick. Is it big baby, tell me how big it is?’ ‘It is huge…filled. Nice looking lass by what I could see.”I turned away from the screen to look at her. “How do you know it’s a girlfriend?” “Women know these things. Trust me, it’s a girlfriend.” “Hmmph. Women’s intuition is BS.”She glanced at the TV. “By the way, someone just scored a try.”I locked back at the TV just as she flicked it off with the remote.“You witch, who was it?” I tried to grab the remote, but she giggled and hid it behind her back. She fell back on the sofa and I tickled her making her scream. I removed my hand, but only to take his and place it on my tit. “Would this help?” I heard some woman ask in my voice, as my manipulation of my son's manhood resumed. Holy shit! What was going on? What was going to happen next? I had to stop this crazy cuddling before things got out of hand. Yet the things that were being handled were erogenous and our coddling, of his member and my mammeries, was driving me mad with desire!But instead of separating, we were once more tenderly locking.