By Samantha White.Please read part 1I was reading the story of Just Us Girls, I found the story quite odd,there was no resistance from the boy at all,...the mother accepted it asif it were quite an everyday occurrence. Which I must say intrigued me,so I set about trying to learn the truth about the whole situation.My name is George Doyle and I am intrigued by such events as this, I amtwenty-seven years old and studied Psychology at Oxford University.I have looked into this case and come across. Kuch der tak mom ko chodne kai baad mai bola maa mai jhadne wala hun to mom ruki aur palat kar ghutno par baith gayi aur mera lund haath mai leke hilaya aur boli mmmm beta jhaad de sara mere muh mai and unhone mere lund ko muh mai liya aur chusne lagi aur mai bhi kuch der kai baad unke muh mai jhad gaya.Mom ka muh pura bhar gaya aur kuch bunde bahar aayi to mom nai unhe ungli sai saaaf kiya aur apni ungli chaati mera lund abhi bhi betha nahi tha to maine mom kai gardan kai niche haath dala aur. I started to pull away to lie down on the bed with her, but by this time she was caressing the back of my head with her hand and she pulled my lips back to hers not wanting the kiss to end.I caressed her breasts gently, and she took my cock in her free hand. The first words were uttered then when she whispered, "Oh my a nice thick one for me." Finally, she allowed me to lie down on the bed beside her, and my hand moved from her breasts to the mound between her legs. Probing farther between. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asks, her brown eyes sparkling.YES! My brain yells, but my mouth forms different words. "Not unless you know a really good decorator. We have a lot more room to fill." Was that a look of disappointment in her eyes? "We are having a housewarming party tonight, and would love for you to come. And bring anyone you'd like." I tack on as an afterthought. If she didn't always seem so proper, I'd try to make a move on her. Sometimes it surprises me how.