Fran's lips started to trace a path down Renee's belly. They stirred hotly through her hair. Then they were wet and slobbery on her burning pee hole."...h!" she screamed. "Do it, Fran! Do it!"But Fran wasn't about to be rushed. She was savoring the moment as much as Renee. Slowly, with painstaking care, she ran her tongue around the inside of the dark-haired girl's cunt lips.The sensation sent Renee wild. It was so light and delicate, yet so rough and exciting. Renee squealed and heaved her ass. I knew because of a weird little game that we developed.I never cared much about backrubs, but Linda (and most women, I have found) love them. Since our parents were always out on Saturday nights, we would be home alone in her room watching the double feature monster movies. The only light would be from the little black and white TV set, and we would be lazing around in our pj's. Linda would ask, "Give me a backrub, would you?"I can still picture it now. She is sitting to my right on the edge. I felt as I got lost in complete lust and my inner slut taking over completely. I slipped my toes into my red heels and turned around facing the wall. I was standing less than a meter from the lounge entrance and I was clearly covered by the light from the TV. I felt my nipples harden when they touched the cold wall, I bent my knees slightly and arched my back pushing my bubble butt out on display.My left hand was rubbing my soaking wet clit while my right hand was firmly squeezing my right. Remember I am your mother, that this is just a routine visit, and justtry and be agreeable, and cooperate as best you can. Above all, try tobe friendly and relaxed with this guy."They had a few minutes before the inspector was due to arrive, so whileJason settled into his surroundings, gathering picture frames around hiscouch and making the room smell even more perfumy, Marion cleared awayhis male clothes and started to prepare some tea. At two-thirty exactly,the doorbell rang.Jason remained in.