As Nat and I started doing our stretches to get warmed up I reflected that this was a bit like what Nat went through. I had often noticed that when sh... entered a room, usually when she was dolled up to the nines, but not always, most of the attention would swing to her. Now I was getting that same effect, only more from looking weird than anything else. Nat was more or less ignored, it was an odd reversal the state of things. I wondered if she found it as weird as I did.Once we had stretched. "How many eggs do you want?" Moving close, I embraced Mom from behind, grinding my mound into her generous ass. "Hmmm," I mused, my hands opening the kimono, then slipping inside to cup her bare breasts. "Think I'd rather have these, actually." I teased Mom's nipples, feeling them stiffen to my touch. Shaking her head, she moved away. "Really, Marcie," she chided, opening the oven door to check on a pan of biscuits, which were just beginning to turn a golden brown. "You've got a one-track. Yes ... I just have to get used to the idea of you also being gay... Mopeds, exactly... Uh ... if I was you, I would go for a Honda that is quite reliable in terms of engine technology. Go and ask about it at the bicycle shop in the village. He also sells cool cross mopeds. Then I will prepare mom and dad for the idea that you are going to buy a moped.", said Dave. "Thanks Dave! Kisses, mate...", I said and we hung up the phone. I had never talked to Dave like that. But it felt liberating. So. We followed shortly afterward; Ross had his face buried between Freda’s legs as she lay back on the bed. I removed my dress and lay on my back beside her. We moaned as the men brought us to climax after climax until they both stood and, in unison, drove their cocks into us. They fucked us side be side, matching their strokes in and out. It was incredibly exciting; I kept cumming and cumming and by the noise Freda was making, she was also. The men pulled out and turned us over onto all fours and.