Gene listened to them as they chatted about class, family and other miscellaneous things. He noticed Camille's pretty brown eyes focused on Giovanni. ...iovanni however had his sights on Marissa. They laughed and shared a very intelligent conversation over poetry and writing. Camille seemed to be stuck on romantic poetry as so was Giovanni. Marissa had finally finished her essay on Frost's Poem "Mending Wall."The three friends headed off for class and Gene followed silent as a mouse. He couldn't. I allowed my thumb to run down the crack of her ass and felt no evidence of a thong or anything else. I slowly ran my thumb further down the crack of her ass. “Mmmm. Very naughty. You’re going to make me even wetter than I already am.” “Am I supposed to take your word for that?” Stephanie took my hand and placed in beneath her dress and against her inner thigh. I could feel her dampness and heat. The thought of this made my dick throb but the actual touching of her wetness sent my mind. .oh yes baby do it, a tickling sensation filled my pussy..I took his hands and placed them on my boobs, ohh mom you are so soft yes baby..ohh yes, fuck me faster.He was banging me deep and deep and even the bed was moving, yes mom ,,ohh Rohit, ahhh uffff darling don’t stop affff, mom I cant control am coming ohh yes do it, ahh ufffffffffI can feel my juices inside me coming out, don’t stop Rohit fuck me harder his cock was completely inside me ,and I was getting an orgasm ohhh Rohit yes baby,. ?Maybe I am,? Amy responded.We stood and chatted as Amy prepared a light lunch and we continued our conversation during lunch:?So how often do your kids spend in the naughty room,? IK enquired??Not that often these days,? responded Amy. ?Laura my eldest (15) spent three hours last Saturday down there after giving me some major grief after I tore her to shreds for staying out so late the night before. Before that it must have been a couple of months since David my son spent an entire Sunday down.