"Nicole noticed I didn't have any plates or cups for the soda, so she ended up running back to their house for picnic supplies. When she returned, the...five of us sat around my patio table, ate pizza, and generally enjoyed each other's company.I learned that their mother was Donna McNeil, she was divorced for three years, and she worked as a paralegal for a local ambulance chaser. She said her boss didn't practice the most honest form of law, but he was a nice guy and usually was just trying to. I love sucking Lailla’s nipple until my jaw wears out and gets sore. Then I love sucking more. Pushing through that little barrier of fatigue until I can suck and lick forever. Trading occasional frantic licking and stroking her nipple with my tongue. Or just lapping around and around as I squeeze her nipple between my fingers and hold it to my lips running my tongue tip over it. There are so many ways to pleasure Lailla’s nipples; I can never lose my interest in pleasing them and finding new. My outfit was covered in white and pink splotches, and she passed me a towel to wipe my feet. Erika stood up and spun around in circles. Not a single part of her wasn’t covered in mess. I watched her show every part of her body and pose seductively before walking into the shower via a plastic sheeting and I returned to the lounge to get dressed.“Where’s your underwear?” Erika asked as she emerged into the front room from the small shower, still naked and holding her clothes.“Here,” I moaned,. MyMom said she loved that most of all.I was getting rather upset hearing it all and then sheshocked me by saying “Look I can fuck anyone I want. Thisis my house. If I want your friends to come over I’mgoing to invite them.”There was some silence between us and then she turned tome and said “Are you jealous?” I was shocked at first bythe question but I knew the answer and so did she. Momcontinued prodding.“Does it turn you on knowing that I fucked all.