With a big yawn she slumped in a chair and gazed out into the dark night as she spooned the thick goo out of the pot. Realising how hungry she was, sh... filled the kettle and made tea. Daydreams came easily as she stared into the black void, whisking her off so fully that she shrieked when the kitchen door swung open."Emma!" she squealed, "What are you doing up?" I'm so hot. I think the air conditioning's on the blink. And thirsty" she said, reaching up for a glass from the cupboard. Her T-Shirt. It was, I thought, pure lust, but I also felt love as I pistoned in and out of my step-mom's wet pussy lips... Her feminine curves jiggling with each intense push of my cock into her love canal, and her soft skin glistening from the sheen of sweat covering her body...Cowgirl for a while, then doggy, then finishing in missionary, which seemed the most loving and romantic embrace we could give each other. We kissed like hungry lovers, and that's what she had become at that moment. We were. She blushed even more when she heard one of the guys shout out, " Whoa dude, look at that!"The young lad and dropped to his knees when he noticed the panties on the floor of Nancy's stall and he had turned his head sideways to better see the rest of the pile of girl garments lying there. Nancy's clothes were lying there free for the taking. And this lad had also seen bare feet and ankles deeper in the toilet stall."What do we have here?" he said as he swooped his arms under the door and swept. “I suppose you cunts want me to call her mother and invite her to join you in Slut Summer School?” my mom asked with a cunning little grin.“NO MA’AM,” we all said in unison, which made us laugh.“Don’t worry. I’ve spoken to Mrs. Finch before at parent-teacher conferences,” my mom explained. Betty had been in one of my mother’s classes before. “If you think Betty is odd, then you should meet her mother. She is old Florida money and has had so much plastic surgery I doubt she is equipped with any.