I was thirty two. Thirty two! Thirty, sodding, fudging, bloomin’ two. Most women probably know the kind of thoughts that have gone round and round i... my head all these years: how it makes you feel, what the implications about oneself and body and personality (or lack thereof) must be. So it’s hardly surprising I’m a bit neurotic. Sorry, did I say bit neurotic? I don’t believe there are medical certifications for neuroticism on this level, but “complete mentalist” might just be getting there. As George said, “I’m a fucking slave to my dick it gets hard and that’s it, mom says she just as horny but she doesn’t show it.” As usual, these kinds of conversations got the guys hot and they had to hurry home.The boys never knew it but the mom’s got together and set some rules for their, MILF? MF? club For security purposes they ended up with ‘Mom’s Club’ It was Marnie who said they had to be careful if the group was to grow. otherwise somebody’s going to talk or just plain blow the whistle. I knew I was Mistress Sarah’s property, I just hadn’t realised she would be so free with me. I’d hesitated in licking her pussy. “I didn’t tell you to stop slut, keep licking me,” Mistress said. Steve said, “Excuse me?” “Oh, I’m sorry, I was talking to Evie,” Mistress told him. “She was late back from sucking your cock, so I’ve had to punish her. She’s had a really good spanking, her arse cheeks are almost the same colour as her lingerie, I’ve got her pussy stuffed with an inflatable. “It’s lovely. It really is very quiet.” she lay down and I briefly looked at her, head to toe. She was fantastic. She was wearing a tight, long sleeve shirt and short shorts. Typical really. The long shirt was to avoid scratches on this walk, then she put all her jeans into wash and had to wear the sexiest, tightest, shorts I’d seen (up to then). “What are you looking at? These shorts? They are too tight aren’t they? They are uncomfortable actually. Can I undo them?” She unclipped the button at.