When the three of us walked in, we stopped and looked around trying to gauge where to start first."What first?" Bedroom" the ladies said together."Aft...r you." I bowed to them and off they went. I followed behind with my hands behind my back just walking along trying to keep up with them but just sitting back letting them do what they want.We had to go upstairs and when they found the furniture, they started looking around, opening and closing drawers, testing out beds ... I had to just stand. ”“I'm not a boy!”“Sorry, a son ought not do to his mom. I have been taking advantage of you. I know better.” I had heard that in my own head, not so long ago, but now didn't want it to be our guideline. She went on. “You know what foreplay is . . .”“Making-out before fucking.”“Crudely put, but essentially yes. Well, your father is not one to play, before hand. He's fine when he is aroused and will fulfill his husbandly duty, but he doesn't want to be bothered with the preliminaries. . ”“I saw that in a video once, where a boy fucked his sister’s titties. I got my come just at the same time she did.”“Press your titties against my cock, and you fuck me up and down with your titties as we kiss.”Jessica slid from her seat and knelt behind Cindy. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you. I’m going to press your titties against his cock, from behind while you kiss him. I hope he comes all over your titties, so I can lick you clean.”“OH FUCK – JESSICA! Would you really? I would love to. His finger lightly brushed my naked flesh, he toyed with the difference between warm flesh and silk hose, an area of my intimacy, reserved for my husband, but the excitement of a stranger prying so close to his goal, made me contract my thighs on his hand, as he freely felt between my legs, running his fingers along the gusset of my knickers, his thumb rubbing my clitoris and his fingers prying me open, his need forcible and crude, as he now possessed me, emboldened by the knowledge I was aware.