She's a people's person."I took a long sip of my diet root beer as I listened to the way he spoke about his mother. I could tell he loved his mother s... much. "So what about you? Do you um ... have a girlfriend?" I couldn't believe I asked so soon but I was dying to know.He smiled shyly. "I don't know. What is your definition of a girlfriend?"I was taken back by his question. "Well you know someone you go out with, that you um ... kiss and stuff like that." I could feel my face turning red.He. "Her use of that word startled me and I turned my head to look into her eyes, her face held an impish embarrassment. Mothers are not supposed to be, or feel, sexy... are they?Then I felt it. And again.Mother was pressing her groin into my thigh, which I realized with small humour, was still out of tune with the beat of the music.She saw my comprehension to her movement and she leaned up yet again. "You would not believe how wet your mother is honey!" And before the shock of that statement sunk. All I can think of is feeling your body on mine. I just want to be your little fuck doll…”, Ike replied while pulling Christopher inside by the string of his overalls. They were both so horny they didn’t make it to the bed. From the door to the sofa there was a trail of clothes left behind hazily. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s making me precum”, Christopher said to Ike. “Oh Blue, I just want to feel your cock in my mouth”, Ike said dreaming, “Grab my moobs and squeeze my nipples. Pull my. April teased that these were April’s stairs, not Ellen’s.“Now that we have found yet another secret, shall we go to the main event?” he asked.Not sure if that is what I would call monitors curving around three walls and the ceiling.The room we walked into was at least twenty by twenty with fourteen-foot ceilings. The area looked like the smooth inside of a snow globe lined with monitors with a corner cut out.In the middle was a chair that turned and leaned back. A keyboard was in a pocket on.