-o0o-Michelle had curled herself around Jeff as best she could, admiring his lean frame. She loved the feel of his body breathing and the smell of his...skin. Her wrists and ankles were still imprisoned in leather cuffs and her collar encircled her throat. If it wasn't for the ball gag buckled firmly between her teeth, she would be giving him little kisses. Michelle just contented herself being with her 'Master'.They both heard Stephanie's door shut. The hatred hadn't evaporated entirely from. They also had the interestingproblem of thinking that they knew things when they did not actually havethe information in their current brains.Susan had the advantage there. She had never gone to school, and had beencareful all her life to hide her illiteracy from even her husband. Shehad also carefully questioned him to find out what sorts of things he didknow about, and they often passed the time of an evening with him listinghis classes and topics of study, while she stared at him fascinated. I`m in heat for my teenage son! What kind of bitch am I?Jamie stood. The alcohol and the movement of the RV caused her to sway. She placed her hand on the table to balance herself. She looked down at her husband. His head hung between his shoulders. His hand grasped his half full glass.“Come on, baby! Let’s take a nap.”John looked up at his wife and leered. That was one of their code phrases for having sex. He partially turned in his chair, looking at the back of their son’s head. Normally they. .some of them smoking hot. One or two of my mates even had mothers whose panties were worth checking. Nowadays there are millions of milfs....in the 70's/80's they were all the age of my mother. Not a turn on. But some were. Thinking back, the ones who were eye catching had a bit of a reputation. Still, reputation or not, I was going to be in these women's houses to celebrate there sons coming of age party, and, like it or not, I was going to be doing my best to leave there houses with either.