When my son in turn introduced me to her, she hugged me too. I took it as their hi-style of greeting people.That was just the beginning. From there we...became closer as we discussed our families, our lives, our challenges, our problems etc. She too was a single mom just like me. She was a divorcee and raised her son all by herself rather boldly. In her case it was she who choose to live away from the holds of her relatives. She amazed me by her boldness, intelligence and offcourse beauty. It was. "Oh yes! oh yes! oh yes!" groaned Hailey over and over"Deeper, fill my pussy!" groaned Kylie as I stuffed three fingers as deep as I could into her little wet snatch.For then ten minutes or so I switched back and forth pounding one little wet pussy while fingering the other, and then switching back again, and almost together the girls began to louder and more excited, and then finally as I fucked Hailey, and fingered Kylie for the second of third time they began to cry out together."YES! YES!. It made her swirl her tongue faster through my depths, wiggling in as deep as possible as she tasted me.“Do you finger your cunny?” I groaned to my youngest. “How many fingers do you push into your pussy when you masturbate?”“None,” she moaned. “I still have my hymen.”“Oh, god,” I groaned. “You're a virgin, baby?”She nodded her head.“Not a dirty, cock-fucking slut like your sister used to be?”“No, Mom!” she moaned, rubbing her fingers faster on her clit and pussy lips. “No, I'm not! I'm a good. Big ordered me to keep them on. “You are Paula then! “Said Mr. Big as we walked over, took the scarf from my mouth, and put it over my eyes.“That’s what my driving license said,” I replied, trying to sound a bit surly. “Lift your skirt and show us your panties Paula!” Said Mr. Big, I just stood there not moving.I heard a chair move and Mr. Big shouted “Do as you’re told bitch.” I felt a hand going up my skirt and my panties being ripped from my body, now I was getting nervous again, trying to.