” Hoping to reassure her, I said, “Karen, I know the kind of woman you are. If you aren’t ready for this, we can wait.” Karen placed a finger ...gainst my lips and stepped backward into the bedroom, drawing me to her. My mouth found hers again and we kissed deeply this time, the longing in her came through in the passion of the kiss this time. Our hands explored each other and we soon started to undress. Our movements were slow and deliberate, we took our time so as not to rush the experience.. The others (including Debbie) were all at various stages of impaling themselves onto their bottles, of the bottles falling out. Everyone was laughing.This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the line. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine. Mom somehow sensed my uncertainty and said, "God, Jake, I've wanted you for so long. It's been hell keeping my hands off you because you're my son. But I can't take it anymore! I have to have you."I was taken aback by her statement. Before I could reply, she was already tugging on the waistband of my shorts. I lifted myself up for her to pull them off. As she pulled them over my crotch, my fully erect cock sprung from its cage nearly hitting her in the face. Unfazed, she continued to tug them. Hair clean and rinsed, Monica found herself being washed by a very attentive young woman, who had herself stripped to avoid being soaked. The hands soaping Monica’s breasts felt wonderful, and when those hands shifted south, her release was sudden and hard. When she reached up to pull Beatrice to her, her new friend danced away.“I’m not of that bent, my lady,” Beatrice told her, “but I’m glad I could be of service.” She held out a towel, and when Monica stepped out of her bath, she wrapped her.