‘OK. Just let me know if you want me to move.’ I paused my reading to look at her book. It was a selection of primary sources from American histor.... I wondered why she chose to read that particular book. ‘Why are you reading that, Miranda?’ she whispered, having glanced sideways at me and noticed my stare. I cleared my throat and asked, ‘Dear, why are you reading that particular book?’ She immediately put the book on her lap and smiled at me. ‘The syllabus for this class is online, so even. I feel -- outclassed." You're not." Are you kidding me? I can barely string a sentence together, when I'm around you!"She laughed. "It's true!" she said. "Eddie can formulate a sentence, better than you can. But I attributed that to your being... more closely involved." You and Eddie. You've been having a long talk, tonight, about me. Right?" Yes. We had the pre-game warm-ups. And the game. The game was fast -- what? Only a little over two hours? But Eddie and I were together, there,. Her nightie had ridden up slightly and if it wasn't for my pyjamas, my cock would have been touching her bare ass. I was in complete shock and couldn't move an inch. After a while I relaxed and mums legs opened slightly as she slept. My hand slowly moved between her legs and onto her pussy. My mum started to moan and gently grind her hips. She was definitely still sleeping because she was gently snoring. Growing up me and my sister had experimented a lot together and with my cousin and some. He'd met Bronte the night before, she was incredible. He couldn't understand why she lived with these people.Demure, soft spoken but very bright, Bronte had killed at Trivia Night when they'd gone to drink at Gadflies N'Magpies, and Soames understood that Bronte was a professor of Romance Languages at Buttermilk U. Full breasted, with luminous green eyes and pink-white porcelain skin, Bronte had a way about her that was oozing female pheromones.Usually a fast worker with the ladies, Soames had.