I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered Fiction although it has its basis in...Fact. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason Im telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms. They were all relatively good looking guys. Mike had a huge bulge in his speedo. There was a clam bake dinner. The five of us sat on a blanket eating. Joan sat cross legged, spreading her legs and putting her cunt on display. The three surfers tried not to stare at Joan. Joan knew exactly what she was doing. It excited her that these three young men were staring at her mound and breasts. After she finished eating, she leaned back on her elbows with her legs spread. She might as have been naked. When she arrived at the Ingles' in the New Year she was happy to be back with them and David in particular but he was quick to notice that she was not entirely herself."What's the matter, my Moira? You seem subdued." Mum! She's even more scatty than ever: little or no short term memory. She never mentioned you once and when I did she looked totally confused until I reminded her about last summer but even then she was pretty vague. She's also developed very shaky hands. Dad seems totally. "She was obviously fingering herself hard, from what I could see and hear. So I took another chance."I wish I was there with you." I said"I do too" she said in baited breath."You mean that?" Yes, I do" Ok, be there in a minute."I put down the phone without hanging up and went out into the hall. I walked quickly down and then made the left and I was at her door in less than an minute. I knocked gently.I heard swearing and the door opened with the chain lock in place. Now I was face to face with.