Guy was thirty-seven when we met, I was twenty-five. The twelve-year difference is not insignificant and it had caused me to at times wonder if I was ...hoosing the right man.His having a teenaged son was even a bigger hurdle. I came close, twice, to calling it quits though as I got to know Kenny, I really did begin to like him very much, even began to see myself in the role of stepmother, of all things.I had my image of me as a mother when I was growing up but, like most, it was of me cradling a. He realized that and next moment he untied the knot of my petticoat and pulled down panty. I was feeling as if I am dead.When Dr. Shah was doing this, Dr. Khan was doing his job on my chest. When I was busy with Dr. Shah, he started unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it out from my hands. Now I was only in a petticoat whose knot was open, and a black bra. Dr. Shah again called my husband and handed over him my blouse and panty. My hubby was looking at me – I am on table on petticoat pulled up to. I must have been around sixteen the day I walked in on mom and Lee fucking. I had just started having sex with both of my parents a month or two prior to that late fall afternoon.I came home from school to fine the door to mom’s special room was half open, I noticed Lee’s school books sitting on the table, at that moment I heard my mother moans of pleasure coming from her room. I quietly walked to the open door and peeked in, and there was my mom on her back with legs spread and her twenty-one. I ran my fingers up and down the inside of her leg, each time slowly moving higher towards her vaginal opening, that my penis loved so much. Instinctively Seyla parted her legs enough to allow me to easily feel her clit and opening. I lifted my right leg up and placed it on top of hers, pinning her leg in that vulnerable open position. I brought my hands up and across her clit to her other inside leg, drifting it up and down for a few moments. Then I brought my hand up to touch Seyla’s opening,.