”Ryan would always reply with,“Yes she’s okay, she gets these fits but the medication keeps them under control. She’ll be fine in a minute.”...ther times it wasn’t a question, just comments like: -“If she were a lot older I’d swear that she was cumming.”or“What’s that between her legs? It looks like she’s had her little clit pierced. I can’t believe that a parent would let daughter, regardless of her age, have that done.”or“Bloody hell, she’s creaming.”or“Daddy, is that girl poorly?”Once a woman. I idly wondered what her dream had turned to with my stimulation of her sex.The moon was slipping out of view by the time I could slide a finger into my mother's gripping channel, soaked through with the fluids of her arousal. I gently disentangled us, lying her down on her back and positioning my self above her, as though I intended to perform a push-up. Nothing so mundane or chaste was to follow; instead, I dropped my weight and surged into her, plunging within her in a single, sweeping. Nancy was pissed at me and decided to a short dress that showed off her legs and a low cut neckline to showcase her 38DD boobs. We enjoyed a great meal, more drinks and then returned from our meal out. I broke out my bottle of eighteen year old scotch and we had a few nips, during the evening I had noticed Nancy was inadvertently teasing Bob, and I had noticed him several times adjusting himself, in his trousers. I began to wonder if Nancy would take it so far as to do anything if she was ever. She might try tolook under the door if you take too long."I swallowed hard and took a deep breath but once more, Steph spearedinto my pussy as I started to answer."I-iyaa! Aha... haaa..." I clenched my teeth and tried to form words."I'm... okay... uh, just cramps..."The woman on the other side of the door hesitated. "Are... you sure youshould be at the pool like that?"The suggestion that I might be menstruating somehow seemed moreembarrassing than getting fingered by my best friend as I.