“I love both of you, and I find you both so attractive.”Nod. I’d never explicitly let Lucy know how sexy I found Mom, but I guess she’d just s...rt of worked it out.“I’d love to have sex with either of you, but I can’t.”Nod.“Because it’s wrong.”Nod.“But you and Mom can have sex, can’t you?”“Yes.”“You have Mom can have sex - in front of me - and it’s totally fine, because it’s not incest.”Nod.“But if I were to have sex with one of you, that would be incest.”Nod.“I tell you how much it’s hurting. He said he played a little. I asked him to play something. He played Happy Birthday, singing as well. He was good, very good. That's when I began thinking that Mr. Samson was a pretty cool guy, cool as a middle age man can be."Hey, I have guitar, but I'm not very good. I want to get better though." Well, Tracy, if you want, I'll teach you."So when the summer vacation began, I took lessons from Mr. Samson, but they weren't always guitar lessons.Maybe it was the third week into the summer when he. She is very like me in size and shape wearing girdle and stockings and I can tell how it excites him by the first squirt of his cock, then I leave before I am seen. I wonder what has influenced his choice of women, is it with me drying my girdles, bras and stocking on the clotheshorse in the kitchen for all these years?He’s never going to see or sample the real thing while still looking after me and I feel so sorry for that. The best I can do is let him see a little of me and to come up with. Beth had the use of one of her parent's cars and she took me home each night after work, where we parked in my driveway and talked and talked for hours.Slowly, we began to become more involved and began to kiss, then neck. We both seemed reluctant to risk having the other say, 'no, ' so we only lightly steamed-up the windows.Then, one evening after work, we were parked in my driveway necking and she reached down, took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through her blouse and bra, I could.