"Damn Tyrome! Scare a girl to death!" Was the first thing out of her mouth looking closer I saw who it was. "Cloe! What in the hell are you doing? I c...uld have killed you!" I almost shouted then realized where we were. "As if," she smirked, "you're strong I'll give you that but I still have the edge on you." I smiled yeah she was right there, (another of those tight assed women, um, um) "Still thinking with your cock I see." Reaching down she began to rapidly massage me through my pants.. Her fingers had replaced my son’s tongue between her legs, rubbing, stoking her pussy and every now and again I would watch as her middle finger would slide inside her hairless pussy for a couple of stokes and then come back out the and she would start rubbing herself again. Seeing that he was not in trouble Roger took the chance and wined “But Mom, Grandma said I could fuck her.”Betty’s smile just got bigger at Roger’s statement all the while looking straight at me.“Oh she did, did she?” I. My dick head was getting hard and I thought would burst inside her as I thrust my hips into her harder. She started to sync and give my movement a rhythm with her own and now my kissing was all over her mouth instead of just lips. Hips moving into each other, mouth sucking on each other, we started to want for air as I started to fuck faster. I wanted to get her high and push me out with orgasm. We stopped kissing and I was now really fucking her harder, faster and in rhythm. She started to. All done very discretely, and only one of them had to be shown how.”“So, you enjoyed it?”“What? Young blood, vigour, mad passion, what’s not to enjoy?”Jan had moved away almost ten years ago, but standing in the shower now, with her submissive thoughts of young Paul Ranson worrying her, Jan’s words came flooding back. Linda slept uneasily that night.Even then, her discomfort might have eased, as the football season was almost over. But, on the Saturday morning of the last away game, Robbie had.