And used to stare at all the parts of her body without any fear. She was noticing but never reacted. It continued for a few months. As days passed I b...came a close friend of her and we exchanged our phone numbers.We both started a regular chat on WhatsApp. I use to send her lots of quite decent naughty jokes. Even she is enjoying that. I came to know this by her replies. Soon we started talking on the phone too. We both became very close.She started sharing all her public and personal matters. She looked at her mother for some quick reassurance before sliding the buzzing vibrator from her navel downward, slowly but surely."Just take your time, Sweetie. No rush."Even though she had started experiencing orgasms and had been experimenting with Jack and all, Taylor felt nervous about what she was about to do. She thought that even though most girls would probably be mortified to be in their mother's presence, she herself was glad her mother, who so clearly knew her way around the female. Moving her fingers up a little, she could feel several big veins pulsing under her fingertips. Byron was kissing her neck again, his tongue caressing her hot, sweaty flesh while she moved her hand rhythmically back and forth. More pre-cum seeped from his piss slit, wetting down her palm. It was so weird as she jacked him off that way, pulling the tight- fitting yet flexible outer cock skin over the steely inner core of his prick."Yeah, Marcie, do it that way. Get on that cock! Get high on me!". I don’t fit in here any more then I did at the other part of the club. We are met by a beautiful woman in a maroon sheath dress. It fits her perfectly, accentuating her every curve. “Your usual table, Mr. Sanders?” she asks my companion. “Not today.” He looks at me rather than the hostess as he continues, “Something more private is suitable for tonight.” The hostess quickly finds us the desired table and wishes us a pleasant evening before returning to her post. We are sitting on a half.