Oh, you didn't know about Vicky? Surely you must remember her, the wannabe model who orgasmed right in front of the bar at Helen's first photo show. W...ll, she became part of our little menage. How and when, you ask? I guess I'll have to get busy and fill you in on all the details. And amazing details they are, too.Of my children, only Roberta has yet to make me a proud grandfather. And I'm not sure she ever will. Roberta has definitely shown a liking for members of the female sex only. I can. When I was younger I would have said it was love at first sight. That quick glance convinced me the world required I spend as much time as possible examining this treasure. Of course It was necessary I do it without making a complete jackass of myself. I’d that entirely too often in the past. Clumsily fumbling my dark glasses from the dark leather case on my belt I began trying to swap them with the regular glasses I had worn inside. Of course I had to keep stealing quick glances as she swayed. Donna shivered again as Matt's fingers caressed her, rubbing the damp fabric into her drooling cuntslit. He could surely feel how wet she was. It would be useless to argue any longer that she wasn't turned on by what he was doing. Hot pleasure flashed through her pelvis, and Donna creamed helplessly, the molten liquid soaking right through her panties and moistening his hand."I felt that. Mom," he said hoarsely. "I know how horny you are. Just relax and let me get you off." Oh, God help me... I. I crawl back down his body, in a slow un-insistent, unhurried sort of relaxed way. My face a mask, so unlike its usual vibrant, expressive self. "Close your eyes." I said. I turn to face his feet now, sitting on his abdomen as I busy myself with arranging my long legs comfortably. I glance over my shoulder to see him peeking. “Bad boy.” I said as I give a sharp tap of my middle finger to one of his balls, watching as they reflexively tense up against him but otherwise he doesn't cry out in pain.