"Jill handed the grateful Jack two large white pills, which he promptly knocked back with a large slug of the black coffee."Thanks," he said sheepishl... taking another sip of coffee, "What were those anyway."Jill shrugged watching Jack's eyes bounce with her breasts. "Midol," she answered coyly.Jill and Denise both bailed off the bed laughing, as Jack sprayed the mouthful of coffee across the bed."What," he sputtered, "are you telling me that you're giving me PMS pills now."Jill continued. "Come on Terry, lets go over to the big cut. You have never been there." he said. "Your truck will do better than the Bronco." So what is the big cut, a canal?" I ask."There are two kinds of cuts in this district. One it the artificial ditched they made to connect bits and pieces of the Waterway, but the other are areas that the logging crew worked. They have been replanted, but you'll see why I call it the big cut."I was dressed appropriately for the walk in the swamp in the spring time. My. ”“You know I’ve been hypnotizing Mom, don’t you?”“Yess...”“Did you know I was hypnotizing Marcie?”“No.”“Would you believe me if I told you that I had been?”“Yesss...”“Would you think it was true?”She paused. Maybe she was distracted, maybe she needed time to think.My thumb found her clit, and was making soft circular motions that I knew she loved.“Would you think that it was true, that I’d been hypnotizing Marcie?”“Yessss...”“You know that Marcie and I were sleeping together, don’t. No panties, her shaven slit clearly visible. White seamed stockings and high-heeled white shoes. An absolute vision of lust. A huge smile on her face. The next hour was a blur really. We took it in turns to have our photos taken with her. As we plucked up courage we moved on from simple shots of us standing next to her with an arm around her, though to putting a hand into her corset and fondling a tit, then with her sitting on a knee with her legs apart. Eventually we started to get our pricks.