Bronwen and I took ourselves off therefor a couple of nights, drank too much, and giggled ourselves to sleep aswe had as young teenagers. Bronwen (who...always had a fantasticimagination) said she was sure that Mabel had slept in our bedroom, andthat probably dirty old Dickens had let him in and 'spunked' her - he wasknown for his wandering hands, bedroom visits and worse. I said that Iwouldn't mind being a bit descended from Charles Dickens, and wondered ifit might make me a better writer.It was. I gave her a disapproving look motioning for her to unlock the door. She smiled a wicked little smile shaking her head ‘No’ in response to my request. I gave her my best glaring look and made a more emphatic gesture for her to open the door. She smiled again shaking her head and began to move to the sounds of the music. She was dancing inside the house while I stood fuming outside on the pool deck. As she gyrated to the music she pulled the hairpin loose from her hair allowing it to fall free.. Seizing the moment, Tom pressed his lips against hers with a lustful and seductive kiss. Their tongues met and intertwined for the better duration of five minutes. Unable to breath and gasping for precious breath, Tom broke off the kiss and let go of Jenny’s wrists. Rather than move or fight back she stayed put as Tom reached down to her extra small cotton panties. He yanked them off revealing a smooth pussy that was swollen and begging to be touched. Jenny’s clit had swollen beyond the. ’ There was a break in the conversation while Mom paused like she was considering the offer and perhaps she actually was. Then she kissed me lightly on the neck and replied, ‘No not tonight sweetie. Maybe some other night.’ Somewhat mollified Julie turned away from us and walked away saying over her shoulder as she left, ‘Good, I’ll hold you to that.’ I turned rapidly around, took Mom in my arms and said, ‘Thank you Sarah. I thought that she was going to rape me.’ Mom put her face close to mine.