You were being a trifle loud.”“I know,” she said with a wicked look in her eyes. “I made sure of it. I know what I get when you hear.”“M... mother, the whore!”“And aren’t you and that young prick of yours pleased she is?” Brenda laughed and squeezed the muscles she’d trained since she was a teenager. Paul smiled as he felt his cock massaged inside his mother.“I love you, Mum!” he said. She smiled. You just have and…..”Both froze! They had heard a noise.“Fuck! It’s your father!” Brenda. ’ I lowered her dress down over her breasts and it fell back down her curvaceous body. She adjusted her breasts back into the dress as I stood to redress myself. ‘Will you be wanting these back?’ reaching into my jacket pocket for her panties. ‘Oh no. You may as well keep hold of them still’ winking at me and slightly sticking out her tongue. We walked back to the party, only a couple of unknown business men to us were stood outside chatting away. Had they heard my wife’s moans? They didn’t. They made a pretty picture, peasant maid and lad, both with sun burnished brown hair and sparkling eyes, cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement, framed enchantingly by sunlight and trees… Gwendolyn could feel her heart pulsing madly with the heat of the moment. Looking deep into her amber colored eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, and her eyes closed as his lips caught hers in a kiss. Softly he pressed his lips on hers, fingers still tucked under her chin, and she trembled at his touch,. He invited me inside, telling me he had something to give me as a gift.I did not know why I did it, but I followed him inside his house.He led me to his bedroom and opened a wardrobe. Then he picked up a nice soft of black silk panties and he gave it to me. I saw lust in his eyes…“Just wear this and come back tomorrow night over here, bitch…” He said.Suddenly his rude hand went to my crotch and he could feel my wetness through my yoga pants fabric. He smiled and then I run outside with fear,.