The front of me was totally naked for my son to do what ever he wanted to do to me. He started running his hands up and down my body. He started fondl...ng both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still had his. My hand was already under her skirt but more to the point she was already soaking.Her clit was under my finger spell; her body was gently fucking in a rhythm matching the play I was doing with her clit. Her head turned yet still her hand slowly loosened my engorged cock. “Oh Gawd NO!” She said softly but her eyes were glued to the screen just as her hand was fastened to my cock its movement perfect in a slow up and down, matching her fuck movement. Her mind would have liked to stop but her sex. Don't try and find me. I have aright to my own life now, and you should be able to manage by yourself.Here is the wedding present I promised you. I do hope you enjoy wearingit."The letter was unsigned.Dorothy was puzzled:"What does 'Wedding Present' mean?"I explained all about it, and she shuddered visibly; saying in tones ofgreat distaste:"Get rid of it; right away. Don't even open the case to look at it.Please - I will give you anything you want; anything at all, but - Oh,Please - not that. Sophia tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention and slowly closed the door, pointing back down the hall.Back in the kitchen again, she giggled and fanned herself.“I caught them the first time about a year ago. We sat down and talked about sex, about love and relationships. We talked about girls and boys and what they thought they might want. They assured me that the definitely wanted boys, but the guys at school were all hands and libido.”“You know, it’s funny. They both said they would.