He was telling me how beautiful I looked, what an amazing ass I had, and how much he loved sucking on my boobs last night. Soft kisses on my neck were...making me lose control. “Scott, please…” I turned to face him, but he didn’t get off his hands from my boobs. “This is wrong,” I told him. “You didn’t say anything last night, Mom,” he said. “I did try to stop you, but…” I was reminding him how much I tried to resist him last night. “But you didn’t try hard, you didn’t kick me off your bed. She joined me on the bed. As we lay side by side, we kissed. But there was something else between us. I pulled back from the kiss and looked in her eyes. She looked uncomfortable. "What is it?"She shook her head, "Nothing."I kissed her again but there was no passion. "Nothing?"Again, she shook her head."Is it because I'm forcing you?" I asked."Oh no. You're not forcing me. It's not like that." I waited. "It's just different." Different?" I asked. "Different than what?" Well, I've only really. .Did you mean 'special' like the cereal?" No, special like short bus 'special'." Nikki sat grinning at her two friends through her sunglasses. It always amused her to listen to the contrast between them. There was a lot of contrast in their appearance also. Like Nikki, they were both a bit blessed up top but, aside from sharing similar bust lines they were pretty dissimilar. Kim was an American born Asian or, as she liked to say, 'Americasian'. She was a little thicker than skinny and. I reached down and tugged lightly at the hem of her skirt, letting her know that I could progress unless she slid it up a bit. She lifted her ass and the skirt climbed her thighs, I was pleasantly surprised and much relieved to see stocking tops. She still had her legs together when I dropped my hand down to cup the inside of her leg. She opened her legs just enough for my fingers to slip long the inside and I pushed up until my index finger grazed across the soft lace of her panties. I let my.