. until... one day we admitted maybe we enjoyed putting on a show."And it bothered us right up to this moment that we couldn't stop. Harry thinks it's...because we're deviants. Maybe we are. But I really didn't want to hurt my son's feelings. He's so vulnerable."It was Harry's turn to pick up the story's thread. "I guess Chris is trying to tell the both of you that we think what you're doing is exactly what Steve needs. And we want to get involved because... well,... we already are involved, and. But yes, that is your choice."The background music was jazz-based, not raucous and thumping. Several candles lined the small shelves around the room and offered a soft glow. Ms. Reynolds paused at the door before pulling the curtain closed. "Please, enjoy yourselves."Tiffany got up from the lounger and headed to the wet bar. "Would either of you care for something more to drink?"Susan asked for a shot of Patron, but I decided to stay with the soda I had. I was certainly intrigued and my pants. They felt so soft to the touch. She was so turned on by that time that my encircling fingers could feel the nipples poking through the fabric. My hands roamed downwards. I caressed her tummy, felt the soft curves of her hips and slowly my hands started inching toward her pussy. When they did reach the panties, it was my turn to gasp. All I could feel was a wetness where her panties should have been. It was like a swamp down there. She must be incredibly horny, I reasoned. I couldn’t take it. "It wasn't easy, but that night she had told Ada she had a mild headache and needed a quick nap. She went to her room, promising to meet Ada in about an hour, and called Shontay, who was eagerly awaiting her call. Then, in one of the most exciting phone conversations Laura had experienced in recent years, Shontay brought herself to two orgasms while Laura listened and murmured to her.She also begged to know that Laura was doing it too, at the same time. Wanting to save herself for Ada later,.