Having lived in the same small town with parents active in their church, most everyone knew who the James kids were. Karen always had a hard time keep...ng track of all the people her parents knew. ‘I’m Joan Patterson. Tommy’s mother. You remember Tommy? You had such a crush on him when you were in high school.’ Karen drew in a breath at those words. She was back, and the old drama seemed to have waited for her return. Joan Patterson had gone to school with Karen’s parents. They were not close. Or do I? We enter the bedroom and I see the bed. It is bigger than I remember. It almost takesup the whole room. She pulls me over to it and sits me on the edge. She kneels on the floor in front of me and brings her hands to my legs and opens them. I let her do as she pleases. When my legs are open enough she lowers her head and pushes me down onto the bed at the same time. I can feel her breath on my pussy just before she makes contact. She spreads me even wider and plants her mouth. I walked straight to her bedroom, she was under her sheets making her self cum with her vibrator. I could tell she was close by her moans. I wasted no time and climbed on the bed and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth and made out with her. This pushed her over the edge and she came right then and there. I pulled away and grabbed on one of her breast squeezed it and shoved as much as I could fit into my mouth. They were 42 DDs and pierced. I sucked on her nipple and piercing playing with it. “They are twelve years younger than us,” he explained as he scrolled through some more pics of them. “You have my complete attention and my approval honey,” I whispered very aroused as I ogled pics of them naked, though flaccid, then both with roaring erections as they sucked each other’s impressive cocks. “This is our first time with two men honey, so oral sex only, no fucking,” I tell him. On Saturday at two-thirty I am a little apprehensive, though excited as I am about to fulfill one, maybe.