She had been doing everything that her parents had expected from her, and had been pinned to a high school sweetheart she had since the beginning of h...r freshman year. But her life took a change when she got a letter from a girlfriend who was attending the same out-of- state university as her boyfriend, Brett. It seems that Brett had been seen in steady company of girl from a sorority that was a rival of her friend’s house. When Rita confronted him on the phone the previous weekend, Brett. Lynne gasped for air. "Did you like it, Mommy?" she asked, bringing her hands back to her mother's fleshy tits."Stop, Lynne," Janice moaned. "This isn't right." Of course it is, Mommy," Lynne cooed. "I can tell you like it." She kneaded her mother's tits, the nipples burning into the palms of her hands. "I can see it in your eyes."Lynne was right. Janice was loving it. She gulped back the lump of passion that clogged her throat. "Please," she whispered. "I'm your mother."Lynne took her mother's. I met them in the hotel where I stayed, they were on a south India tour and they asked me to come to their room. The moment I went to their room from their gestures I readily knew about their intentions because of my experience. I started the topic towards sex and group etc. And he was also opening up while the wife was sitting and listening with awe I told them they should try one day and man said why someday how about today I said yeas and the wife was blushing and she was quiet we both went. It was a defilement is what it was. We never have sex in that bed. Good beds aren't for that."Where do we have sex, then? What has that got to do with anything? When I can't stand his complaining about it any more, and give in to him, I try to use the spare bedroom. That way I can get up and wash the sheets right after he's done."I just can't understand how he could do it. Do THAT. Do all those things I watched them do. Danielle, do you know that she took his thing right in her mouth? I watched.