She wore shirts and pastel colours from the mums’ range, but they looked expensive. I wanted to tell her I lusted after her. I wanted her to imagine...the packed train and me choosing her. I wanted her to blush and lubricate her pussy becoming moist to the thought of me wanting her. I then wanted her to accept that she needed the same, apart for sex she needed to be fucked, she wanted the excitement from her teenage years. My mind raced and I could feel my cock swell in my trousers, the material. She took one of them in her mouth and was sucking it Pat took her turn at Bettys tits. Before long Pat was rubbing Bettye pussy. I seen Pat unzipping her pants and letting them drop to the floor and then Betty slowly slid Pats panties down. She never let them go and pushed them all the way to the floor. As she started risking back up she stopped at Pats pussy and gave it a little kiss. They layed back on the bed in a way that I had a great view of their pussys. I thought they picked a odd way. When I opened the door I could tell they had had a fair bit to drink. They headed inside and made their way to the kitchen. I decided to prepare some coffee for everyone while they sat at the table trying to hold a conversation. I could feel their eyes watching me while I was preparing the coffee. All of a sudden I realised I was probably dressed a little inappropriate for visitors. I thought for a minute I should probably go change but got completely side-tracked making the coffee.I headed. My bridesmaid dress was a chiffon floral affair and that day I truly felt like a princess.The day Jermaine and Mum got married was the happiest of my life. My biological father had been a feckless loser, waltzing out of our lives when I was three months old. I'd always wanted a father so when Jermaine married my mum, I felt like he was officially my Dad. When he said he wanted to adopt me, I was over the moon.I was sixteen when I saw Mum and Jermaine having sex. I'd arrived home early from.