They were white and thick. Several of them were WoodWick candles and gave off a slight flickering sound, reminiscent of a crackling fire place. The li...hts were dim, and the shades drawn. Darkness had set several hours ago. I sat down on the leather couch to wait. I inhaled the aroma of the room. It smelled of sandalwood, vanilla, and leather.I could hear the sounds of my wife in the bedroom changing into the outfit I had given her. My beautiful, intelligent, playful, and very sexy wife. We. She always felt secure here, not because the place was inaccessible, but because she was usually able to hear people coming long before they could see her.She flopped down on the grass, her knees drawn up, and cradled her head in her hands hoping the whirling confusion in her mind would somehow quiet down.The confused teenager knew she should be shocked and horrified by the lewd and sinful scene she had just seen her own mother engaged in, but such rational thought was beyond her at the. OOH I’m tired tonight, we were really busy today….How did your day go she asked ? Ok I replied…You got a birthday coming up next week she remembered…Yup, I said . Gonna be fifeteen I added. I know honey. I was fifeteen when you were born. Seems like yesterday she said, chewing on the pizza. What do you want for your birthday she asked ? I don’t know I replied. What ever you get me, I know will be great. I replied.. Mom got up from the table and walked to her room. She came back with a package. Archie continued thinking about Betty, her breasts, her lips, her firm, tan legs. His cock continued to grow. He began stroking it softly, closing his eyes and dreaming of Betty's tempting breasts.A tingle ran through Archie's cock. It distracted his thoughts for a second. In that brief time, visions of Betty's breasts were replaced by mental images of Veronica's firm ass and luscious lips. Her seductive voice and hot breath seemed real to the daydreaming boy. Archie imagined Veronica in one of.