..in that package on the table." "Not at all, Kathy. They are open so guys can get to your pussy easier in places where you can't take the pantie... off...like in public places. Your grandmother bought me a pair of these when I was about Michael's age and my daddy use to finger fuck me in church...it was fun." Kathy thought for a moment. "Mom...are you a..." "A whore?" Gladys said. "I prefer slut, but I wouldn't mind being a working whore. I reall love and crave sex. Does that. When I felt those firm cheeks closing around it I got completely hard. I started a little thrusting motion moving my dick between those cheeks. Catherine was moving back against me as well. Her nipples were hardening under my palm. She put her right hand over my right hand guiding me how she wanted her breast treated and her other hand went between her legs, massaging her clit and then running through and caressing the head of my dick as I moved back and forth.We were both breathing a little. I saw what you were doing with him."Regina's voice sounded thin and squeaky: "Yes, but Carey-- please listen and don't blame me, don't blame us too much--"Moving toward the bed, toward her, he said, "You were riding his face, but only after you gave him a head job." Carey," she said, "that sounds so--so raw. It wasn't--it isn't like that at all."He was beside her, standing too near, towering over her although he was slim and very, very young. But Regina's eyes widened as she saw the telltale. "I am hers. I am that which you could never be. I am also someone to not upset. I will find out from Erin if there is anything else with your name attached. If there is, it will be either going back to the service from which it came or in a dumpster. I don't care which. Find yourself someone else to harass and leave off."I wanted him to say something more, but the line disconnected.I closed the phone gently and handed it back to Erin. "Call the phone service. See to it that this phone is.