I looked down as his cock in my hand had amazed and fascinated me, but I didn't say a word."Mmmm. . . you do don't you Tea." he asked again."Ummm. . .... don't know - - - maybe." I said softly, smiling slightly, as I looked up at him.He leaned forward and kissed me gently on my lips, as I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth. Travis and I used to kiss with tongues, but I never felt a kiss like this, as it was hard and forceful. I tried to keep my mouth open and breath at the same time. ”The first person I saw getting out of a car, was Joan Shepard. There were four more Hot Moms with her and when they stood next to the car, it looked like a Playboy lineup - dressed in tennis skirts and long-sleeve pullovers.Then, I saw Karen. She’s not wearing her usual knee length shorts. She’s wearing a short tennis skirt, with a long sleeve sweater over her polo shirt. Man, what some legs, and that skirt makes her muscular thighs even more evident.Rachel said, “I see June and Betty Lou. The delicate curve of her ever so slightly rounded tummy and creamy breast suggested the form of a virgin, an untouched flower waiting to bloom. Yet, I knew that she wasn't nearly as innocent as she looked. Boy, did I ever.With pure lust in her voice, she leaned forward and hissed in my ear."Do me. Now."Wendy had just come home, and it hadn't been ten seconds before I swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom in my arms. The soft thump that came from her bag dropping from her grasp. I pulled up my driveway and parked. I saw the headlights swerve to thecurb, stop, and shut off. I went to my mom's room, initialized thecamcorder, checked a/v recording quality and speed, stashed the iBook,then stripped and jumped into the shower. The hot spray and steamcleared my head and calmed my racing heart: I rehearsed my lines ofsurprise, outrage and dismay at the sight of my supposedly unexpected,but definitely unwelcome visitors.I pressed my ear to the door, listening for their rasping.