. I blurted out... "Why Mrs. Devon, youknow me... but then again maybe you don't... I am... " My mothergaining composure hoping to stop me... but not ...aking the moment Icontinued... " I am who you remember was Michael... I am Molly now.Well... if 'total confusion' were a word and the dictionary needed apicture, Mrs. Devon's face would be the personification. My mother justput her hand to her face and began to laugh as I repeated my statementto Mrs. Devon's "what did you say?" But the next. “My mum was reading a trashy novel, the hero’s name was Tarquin and she stuck me with it! Everyone calls me Quin, that started when I was really young - there was a pop song called “the mighty quinn” so everyone called me Mighty Quin.There was rustling in the hall, Quin smiled “let me introduce my wife”. A strikingly pretty 50-ish woman was standing in the doorway. Hair tied back in a bun, a smile on her face and an unmissable pair of magnificent mammaries thrusting her blouse out from her. "Oh? Why not? I think it's sexy whenever Brandon uses it," The dark haired brunet with the big tits said."Well, maybe that's different, just whenever I've heard it, it's meant to be vulgar, or obscene." I think that's the point of the book we're reading," Carol reminded everyone, it's supposed to be taken and felt that way."Speaking of felt that way, I'll feeling pretty hot myself," Pat said with a giggle."Yeah, me too!" Darlene, you're always hot," my wife chided the big-boobed brunet, but at. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ooohhhhhhh." Candice was moving in time with me, her pace increasing as mine did, her ass pushing back against me. Candice felt the stirrings deep inside her. Slowly, she was becoming aroused. I was kissing and fondling Candice, moving in cadence with her as I felt my own excitement grow. I drove deeper into her like a pile driver and she responded, moving with me, driving her hips back to meet my thrusts." Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!".