It would not be proper,” Lucy explained patiently.“Perhaps James Finney can take me?” Ellen offered mentioning one of the most notorious idlers ...f London.“James Finney is not a fitting consort for you, Ellen,” Lucy answered quite scandalised. “You are not to socialise with him! He has a bad reputation. Did you know that he killed three men in duels in the last two years? Keep away from that man!”If Ellen had been honest with Lucy, she would have admitted that the debonair James Finney had been. "That's very wicked, Ritchy," she moaned."You told me to ask."Roxie now understood she had known very little about her son. But the thought of pissing while her son watched sent lewd ripples of surprising eagerness through her."You want to see mother... piss?" she asked, stammering slightly. "You really do?"Rich spread his mother's cunt as wide as he could, leaning down and staring at her crotch, nodding his head.Roxie saw the fiery excitement on his young face."I will!" she panted. "I'll do it. "Are you talking about this assignment, son?" I showed him the magazine, which was hidden behind my back.He was crestfallen. He could not believe his eyes, he was caught red handed." I could never believe." I added with artificial anger. "My son thinks this about fucking his own mother while masturbating. Do you have any clarifications?" I...I...!" He stammered. " I didn't mean that, mom." He was fruitlessly trying to defend himself. "You must be mistaken."Itching in my pussy was reaching to. I was just going to get you.”I could have committed suicide on the spot. My dreams had been about to come true. Then I had spoiled it.Or did I? I hoped against hope that maybe I could still rescue the situation. After all I was in the room with them. And Donna was being a little shy around her friend, so maybe - just maybe - they needed someone to get the party started.“Oh, let’s do it,” I said clapping my hands and rubbing them together. “It’ll be great!” I tried to infect the girls with my.