“Yes, yes, eat my potbelly! Do you like how fat and meaty it is?”No one in their right mind would ever have called Julia’s cute little tummy “... potbelly”. No one, that is, except us. Exaggeration was our thing, that’s for sure.At that point we both felt that the end was near. “Let me show you!” Julia gasped and, abandoning her masturbation, clutched her tit and started tugging and squeezing it with an unbelievable zeal. I in turn replaced her as a dildo operator, but proved to be an unendurable. Emily then started to cry. Actually controlled sobbing would be a more accurate description. I handed her some tissues and waited for her to continue after composing herself."I had sexual intercourse the day before yesterday," she stated, "It was my first time."Peggy, my chaperone and nurse aide was standing behind Emily. She gave me a kind of quirky smile and rolled her eyes, suggesting one of those, "oh boy, here we go again..." looks. I smiled back at Peggy in full understanding. And then I. I didn't care, at this point, I was controlled by the chase for pleasure. I could already feel the pleasure, I was reaching down to my penis and balls, my penis was getting harder and harder and I could start to feel what it wanted in my mind's eye. With every slow stroke, I would feel rushes of excitement and fantasy flood through my mind. On this particular day, I was unusually focused on the thought of my own mother. I was always interested in milfs, since as far as I remember. Though, I. They're sixteen, legal to do it. I don't know." Remember, during the day, when we're not here, they can do anything they like," I said and she agreed."I suppose, if they both want to sleep together, maybe we should let them." I think I agree. What about displays of affection around us? Holding hands, cuddling on the sofa watching television, kissing?" she asked me."Maybe we should ask them if this is love or just sex?" Um, maybe we should ask that separately, to each one privately?" she told.