’” “No!” I said in protest. “Feel it!” He said and my finger joined his in rubbing my slit.” “So, were you wet?” Barb asked tryin... to hide a smirk. “Of course I was! I’d forgotten about the money. All I wanted was for him to make me cum.” “That’s the Inger I know!” Barb laughed wildly until Inger joined in, spilling some wine on the leather couch. “What do you think about when you’re playing with that fine pussy?” He asked. “Men,” I said. “Not your boyfriend?” “Yes, my boyfriend, but. From my angle I could see her wrist move a little but not a lot more but I was fascinated, and truth be told, more sexually excited than I had ever been before in my young life. I let my hand drift down and was shocked at how wet I was, how hard my clit felt as I rubbed the tip of my finger over it. Helen was now moving her hand more vigorously and I could hear her breathing become shallower and much quicker. I could see that her eyes were locked on me, locked on my arm as it moved the wrist. She smiles and I cant help but kiss those full sexy lips . Oh yes her kiss is wet' warm and sweet with wine and is making my cock so hard. I unbutton her shirt and her ripe hungry melons fall in my hands. She whispers to me Serg you better fuck me now.....I slip my hand up her skirt and her panties are soaked through. Oh the feel of her warm chubby pussy all slick with desire. She unbuttons my pants and pulls out my now fully erect cock . She starts stroking slowly as she pulls me into another. “Then” she said, “if the ass-hole doesn’t have shit hanging off it” Troy and I started laughing. I farted and started to apologize to mom, and she just said “Honey, farting is all part of it, it’s going to happen for men and women, don’t be embarrassed, and don’t apologize, just keep going!” “Anyway, if it’s all nice and clean lick the ass-hole...” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before I was cumming all over my chest and some even shot all the way up to my mouth. I was screaming.