The two never even noticed her, and any fears she had were laid to rest (Although she did subconsciously put into her daughter's mind the message that...she (Lindsey's Mom) would not be coming over to Jimmy's house anymore by fixing two boxed lunches every morning thereafter, with the instructions that Lindsey and Jimmy take a least five minutes to eat).That afternoon, Lindsey put her glasses on the desk and rubbed her eyes. At home, she didn't go through the illusion that she needed the glasses. Ann lapped at Mary's pussy till her jaws were sore. Pushing her hands behind Mary, she pulled her ass to the edge of the seat, then pushed her legs up. Her ass fully exposed, Ann kissed her meaty flesh. Heart pounding, Mary spotted the second tunnel. In her mind she urged Tom to drive faster. Ann licked her rose bud quickly, while rubbing her clit. Mary could hold back no longer. Entering the tunnel she let out a loud moan as Ann pushed her finger deep in her ass. Moving feverishly, Ann licked. There I was, basically alone in the house where this hot mom lived. The idea popped into my head: I have to look at her panties. My heart began to race, and the adrenaline started to flow. I knew I had to be stealth. And I knew I just had to see that woman's underwear.So up I went, but slowly, quietly, methodically. I slowly closed the door to my friends room and made my way to his parents' maser bedroom. Standing there in front of a dresser, I remember being extremely excited.I opened a small. But I felt so free and amazing. I felt comfortable. Like this is what I was meant to do in life. I was totally emasculated and felt no shame. In fact, I felt completely feminine and loved being treated as a means for pleasure for these men. Mark was all man and he let me know it by calling me “whore”, “slut”, and “sissy”. Being lost in my own pleasure, I had no idea that another male had shown up and was in the room with us. At first I thought that Michael was trying to get me off my knees but.