At the door Mr Greaves held my hand saying “Steve is a good student and he speaks highly of you” a comment that made me feel good, “Thank you”...I replied as I felt myself squeezing his hand. Mr Greaves left and I headed upstairs to see how Steve was, “Hi Dad” he said as I entered the room, “How are you son? I asked. Steve was lying in bed with the covers at his waist showing off his smooth chest and an attempt at a six pack, I could just see the top of his Calvin Klein boxers. I sat on the edge. Soft, slow finger strokes on her body that pleased her and caused a shiver now and then. Putting the wine glass on the bed table she felt the desire to taste him, sliding down his chest she found his manhood waiting and willing for her pleasure. Looking at it in its erect state, she marveled at the color and shape of it. Not that she had seen many cocks, but his, to her mind was perfectly shaped. Not overly big or miss shaped, the crown was rounded, flared and wore a distinct ridge around it. Why the old man had designated the four of us to bed down with him and me on the outside of the lady and the boy is open to speculation. Perhaps he thought that having us on the outsides was the chivalrous thing to do as if we were giving some sort of protection to those between us. I doubt that he had ever heard of the old custom of bundling that was practiced in some cultures. Within a very few minutes everyone was asleep. The night grew colder hour by hour and I must have wiggled around to. But Andy was just getting started, before he'd given his mom time to gatherher thoughts, he moved in again, he took hold of the sides of his mom'sbikini bottom and pulled it down, exposing her white ass, he kept pullingtill they were round the bottom of her thighs, his mom's thighs were openslightly and he could just see her hairy pussy. he reached between herthighs again now unhindered he pushed his mom's wet pussy lips apart withone hand, while pushing two of his oily fingers into his moms.