Getting bolder each second I slowly reached over to her left breast, lightly touching it at first, and then giving it a bit of a rough squeeze (I have...always liked it rough). Again my mother hardly reacted at all; she must be an immensely deep sleeper I thought. I took my hand away and slowly started to pull her vest top down. I put my hand under her top the rest of the way and found that she wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't believe that these puppies stood firm all by themselves, but I guess I. I released her foot with one hand and freed my erection out the leg of my shorts and pressed the sole of her foot against it as I continued to massage it. She made no sign that she could feel it and I was quite disappointed, as I had hoped for some reaction, even if it was negative.I put my other hand on her knee and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh, waiting for her hand to come down and prevent me going any higher, but she offered no resistance, just kept looking at the TV screen.. But, surely this couldn't be happening to Tamera! Not her!Jennifer turned her head and saw the flushed, passion-fevered face of her dearest girlfriend. Vic was openly digging his hand between her thighs, reaching up that almost indecently short skirt of her's and fondling her tender pussy. The shock staggered Jennifer, and with a sharp intake of breath she leaned back, only to find that there was a prurient tingle in her belly and deep within the untouched cavern of her vagina a seeping. I sat down on the couch and played it cool. “No problem, Shan!” About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. “Why don’t you get that?” She said with a wicked smile. I got up and answered the door. There was not one, but two guys standing there. To say they weren’t her type, or mine for that matter, was an understatement. Both were in their early 20s. The guy on the left was short, skinny, and not at all attractive. He had a buzz cut and a tattoo on his neck..