I grabbed her tits harder and harder. Jenny collapsed on me. Oh it feels so good, much better then when your sister & I do it. We just laid on the flo...r for a while. That was great. Thank you. Thank you too Jenny.Jenny, yes, I got to thinking, how do “know” my mother masturbates? Come here. We got up and Jenny leading the way. We went into my mothers room. Jenny pointed to a small round thing on a picture. What's that? A WIFI cam. You're k**ding. Nope, your sister & I watch your mom rubbing one. "What about this bag here?" I asked. "I was wondering if youwere going to ask about that one. If we open it now, we might not getanything done for the rest of the day" she said. Well that was enoughto really get my curiosity going and I looked at her to see if it wasokay to open it. She gave me a wink and said "I tried to warn you"while I took the bag out of the closet and laid it on the guest bed. "Icall that my fantasy bag. I think you will like what you find" she saidas I began to unzip the. But to my surprise she was drunk but yet to pass out, she pulled onto her holding my hand and started kissing me and so did i. It was the most romantic kiss after a long time.I was playing with her hair, occasionally pressing her boobs, pinching her nipples from the sexy black velvet one piece that she was rearing. She was busy running her hands on my head, my shoulders… We broke our kiss. I told her that she is drunk should let me leave but she was adamant, she said that she wants to taste me,. But I was totally drained. The discovery left me doubting basic humanity.Four teenaged boys. God knew how many others had been near. But three had been lured away from their families and later found mutilated and dead. The fourth had never been found. The messages had come, first flaming them on the Internet, destroying their friendships, warning them away from certain parks, restaurants, bars, and—finally—one offering help. The boys had sought out the kind voice, and gone to meet with the.