" Revenge?" Mom asked."Yeah ... people, other kids in school, pick on me ... us ... because of your lifestyle." I said."Our lifestyle?" Daddy and thre... wives, now four ... eight kids and you're All pregnant ... again." I explained."I see."That's what I like about Mom, she does see."I could really do some damage with the watch." I said. "You should probably keep it." I'll ask again. Next year?" We'll see." I was hesitant, I knew what I would do and who I would do it to ... I didn't know how. I massage you tits. hmmm. "Please, I need you." I tell you to take your bra off and I suck on each nipple, back and forth for a couple of minutes. I take my bra off. You know not to touch. This is all about you right now, there'll be plenty of time for me. I pull your panties off and then mine. I kiss your shaved mound, you buck, you are so horny. I lick your slit. hmmmm. I find your clit and lick it, hmmm. Then I stick my tongue deep in your pussy. You jump, "oh, oh, hun" I fuck. What had gotten into her today? Thoughts like that never crossed her mind. Ever. It must be the decadent atmosphere of the spa that was messing with her head.Luckily John stopped at a door bearing the words “Suite 23” and said “this is your room Mrs. Jones. Olivia is waiting to begin your massage. Enjoy.” With a stunning smile he turned and strode back down the hall. Lydia gave a small sigh, of relief or regret she couldn’t say, and opened the door. Stepping inside she reluctantly closed it. ” “I know and I know you think that it’s wrong, horrible, sinful but Rachael a boy is going to do it anyway and shouldn’t it be in his own home? Do you want Greg out there sleeping with some street whore or filthy little girl who could have God knows what? Boys are nothing but raging hormones and if they don’t get the attention they need they will end up making some dumb girl pregnant or they end up with a disease.”“Wh..what did you do after?” I asked, barely able to speak.“I went into the.