It was a busy three days, first an address, thena phone number. The phone number led us to her Ex-husband, who wasn'thelpful at all. A deeper search g...ve us three other numbers.The profile we found wasn't really hers but it had her informationattached to it. Finally on the third day the last number, we left avoice message and got a reply.We talked with her briefly, hopefully we could be friends, and we bothknow there is no way that we could ever be more than that. That was allwe wanted, nothing. Pam slipped a hand over Josee’s lovely young breast, and when her daughter failed to protest, she curled her fingers into the girl’s perky tit, squeezing it. Josee now moaned with rising heat and slipped her tongue past her mother’s lips, delving into the wet heat.Pam began to suck at her daughter’s tongue hungrily, fondling Josee’s perfect little tits, shoving her hand into the girl’s blouse.“Ooooh, mommy,” Josee mewled with pleasure as her mother played with her tits. She pulled her hand. There was something so special about that first time I did it with him and his cock was just the perfect size to squeeze between my ass cheeks.It all started one evening, I got home from work and he was sat on the couch on his phone with the TV playing some American reality tv show. I showered and came downstairs in just an old oversized t-shirt of his and some panties, he opened a bottle of wine for us both, we chinked glasses and I sat down on the couch with him snuggling, we put on a show we. As we pulled into the parking lot at the Carousel, the game was just going into the tenth inning. Stepping out of the car, we crossed the parking lot toward the bright flashing neon and a large, red door. Approaching the door you could actually feel the music as it vibrated through the building. Ray grabbed the door and held it for Mike and me as we stepped from psychedelic neon and muffled music into almost complete darkness. There was an enormous silhouette of a man standing in front of us,.