Maybe a helping hand.Or two.”He felt fingers ease the elastic of her knickers down. Hands pulled her open blouse off her shoulders. Hands cupping he... generous tits. Fingers rolling her nipples.“Oooh. No. Stop…” she mumbled. “no… please… stop” She could feel hot breath on her neck. A mouth began sucking her earlobe. More hands on her. Hands on her tits. Hands on her back, stomach and legs. Fingers working their way up between her legs.She found herself being eased forward. Bent forward.Her eyes. One of them had small tits like me, the other one was stacked, like Sara. She had my share of boobs, mine and someone else's. She went to press the button again. "Leave it for a bit." I said the words without thinking. "Didn't think this was your kind of thing?" "Just curious," I said. We sat, drinking our wine, as the two girls started to get it on. "You ever done that?" I asked Sara. She blushed. "A couple of times." "What's it like?" She didn't answer, just put her wine glass down and leant. E. head. My son told them without hesitation that he would prefer to watch and he was sure for an extra $50, she would fuck them both. They all agreed to his proposition.When my wife came out of the bathroom, she was told of the bargain our son had made. The implementations of this bargain may have been lost on our son but the wife saw it for exactly what it was. She had jumped been pimped out by her son. If looks could kill, the two strangers would have been dealt a most horrendous death.It. I knew that I wasn't the only one getting excited by out conversation."Ask her if she'll do me." I can't, nobody is suppose to know." Just tell her you got a friend and he's horny," I pleaded."I'll try." Cool. I'm jett'n, gunna go take care some business," I said waiving the tape."I'll have it back in a few days." You can keep it man. I don't think that I'll need it anymore," he said with a mocking grin."Lucky asshole," I said swinging my backpack over my shoulder."Later." Later."On the walk.