“Ok! Let’s go!” I said as enthusiastically as I could manage. We locked the apartment doors and the four of us walked the short distance to the ...evelopment’s plush restaurant and bar. As we rounded the corner, the sound of live music hit us in the face. A real live five-piece band was playing in the corner of the dining area and a large group of residents were dancing happily under the colourful, flashing lights on a dance floor surrounded by tables. Most had clearly been used for dinner guests. She was drinking fruit juice with a straw.“This straw is very thin,” she said giving me a wicked grin and glancing at my crotch.I smiled and laughed in response. She looked unbearably horny, which I suspected was the way she was feeling. I slid my hand up her inner thigh, along her smooth skin until I reached her pussy. Her eyes never left mine.“Finger me.”She was delightfully wet and my finger curled into her and searched over the inside of her cunt.“We’re going to have a fun night,” she. Take a good look - I'll bet it will look very different in a minute." Linda trembled slightly as Pete said that. Laura craned her neck to get a good look from her vantage point. Pete patted Linda's bottom with the hairbrush a couple of times, "Are you ready now, Linda?" Linda quietly said, "Yes." Pete began to swat her bottom with the brush. As Pete expected, it only took a couple of swats before Linda began to cry quietly. Pete paused after around a dozen. He turned to Laura, who had her eyes. Chandra got up and crawled to him. She sat behind him, her hands and legs clasped his firm, muscular body. Her perfectly large, natural breasts caressed his back, her lips kissed the back of his neck – just the way Mann liked it. For a while, it worked: there was some form of intimacy between the mother and her son. Mann quivered to her gentle stroke of his chest, legs. Yet when his mother’s hands moved up to his groin, he stopped her hands and got up.‘Why? What’s wrong with you, Mann?’ his.