" Thanks." Chase said shrugging his shoulders.Gently knocking, Chase opened the heavy wooden doors to Kymberly's office and walked in. He was about to...announce himself when his breath caught in his throat. When George traded wives, he always traded up, and Kym was no exception. Right now Chase's shapely boss was bent over retrieving something from her bag, and giving him a view of her tight ass in a form fitting dress. Kymberly had a fantastic body, and she tended to show it off in tight. Jean didn’t look at me, she closed her eyes, her hips bucked, it was an amazing site, and I wish I had a video camera at that point. She went on for a while, small grunts and moans. I saw beads of sweat running off her forehead. Jean opened her eyes, without slowing her masturbating hands, and said, “Get Ron!” I jumped off the bed, went to the door and shouted down to Ron to come up. I jumped back onto the bed, Jean still in a fury, her eyes shut tight, face contorted, and Ron appeared. We were hanging around my house as I had the living room to myself as my family used the Family Room in the basement. We often necked and made out in the living room. One afternoon while we were making out and I was dry humping her, she got a little frisky. We were kissing nonstop, and I reached into her slacks and started to finger fuck Dottie. Dottie pulled the blanket that was on the back of the couch over us as she started to jerk me off. Unbeknown to us my mother came down the stairs. It doesn’t take long before she is smooth, what a difference, I catch the odd stray hair with another razor and it is done, her fanny lips sticking out all fat and puffy against the soft skin. I run my tongue over her, kissing her fanny as I go. The balm not as nice to taste as the strawberry lube.I stand up and half turn the swing around with my mother still strapped in.“What you doing”“You’ll see”I get behind her and help her up and adjust the strap around her back so she can sit up.