That lecture was on my mind as I gathered the things in their en suite bathroom I would need to shave my mother’s pussy. I shook my head to clear it... I still had a nice buzz.When I walked back into the master bedroom mom lay on her back on the bed. Her legs were splayed open as she fingered her pussy again. She inserted first one then two fingers in her vagina and pumped them vigorously. Her eyes were partially closed, her body shone with a light sheen of perspiration. Her breath whistled. Now, keep in mind this was a three-year-old little girl."When I locked eyes with the preacher, my hair was down in my face, I was buckling my pants and I didn't have a shirt on. I really don't know who was more embarrassed — the preacher or me. What I had been doing was blatantly obvious. The women with him were instantly busy heading for the door, while the preacher stammered out who he was, quickly apologized for disturbing us, then turned and almost ran out the door after the women. Di. Stocky of build and with a ready smile, as if that wasn’t enough her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes always grabbed my attention. I’d left the company where we worked together, but she was relatively local, and I would occasionally see her and exchange pleasantries.As I now had a little more time on my hands and in the interest of keeping fit, I’d bought a bike and was out on it when I encountered Lisa on her bike.I said hello and we started to chat. I looked her up and down as we stood.. “And this...” she reached over to the side of the booth and took hold of a lever. Above the handle was a blue sign with the word ‘VACANT’ written in white text. “ ... is how we mark them.”She pushed the lever into the center position and another sign rotated into view. This one was green with white text that said ‘AVAILABLE.’ Jessica pushed the lever all the way to the right and the sign shifted again, this time to a red one reading ‘OCCUPIED.’She turned to Francis with a mischievous twinkle in.