It was the voice of a mother or in hercase, guardian that in a steely tone instructed him to "Get yourself intothe lounge, I want an explanation for y...ur behaviour..NOW!" And you twoget upstairs please, I don't want you listening at the door, thisdoesn't concern you". Aimed at the two girls who knowing went quit,scurried upstairs and shut Carolines's door.Kevin sprawled himself on the sofa, as Tricia came in shutting the doorbehind her. " I won't insult you by calling you Katie but I think. Our meals were delivered, but those fingers kept their presence, gently circling against my inner thigh. Feeling like a torch against the tightly stretched nylon of my hose. As I took a drink of my tea, Jim tried to push the hem of my skirt higher, but it simply would not go. Careful to maintain my composure, I lifted slightly and he shoved that skirt up to the bottom of my panties on my right hip. His hand instantly followed, his fingers tracing out the line of my underwear under the. "I love you so much, Mom," I cooed into her ear. Our lips pressed hard against each other's as our tongues engaged. Wildthoughts flew through my brain as I kissed my mother Fatima as her lover,not her son. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic. Mom clutched my hand as we kissed and drew it to her right breast. Iclasped her small, but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for hernipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept. We had an hour break to go “freshen up” before the dance. I’m quite sure that being pulled off into a small room off the dining room wasn’t what they meant to happen. Not that I’m complaining. In the side room, I found a strawberry-blonde, with firm tits and a killer body grinning at me before moving in to kiss me. I held her body firmly to mine with one arm and her head in place, to keep her from jerking away, when my tongue licked her lips the second time. She still didn’t open her lips to.