My legs bent slightly spread apart...i hear the quick intake of your breath as I describe this...you ask what my fingers are doing...knowing how hot t...is makes youi whisper softly...gliding my fingers over my lips...feeling my wetness...you moan softly in my ear...telling me how bad you want to see that...i ask you what your doing...Stroking my hard cock for you baby...I moan at the thought...wishing I could see you...each of us getting more turned on by the mental pictures we have of each. She was in the kitchen, preparing drinks. Everyone wanted lemonade, so decided that vodka would be good to start them off on. She brought a tray of drinks out while they talked about how pretty they all looked, and it seemed that Nicola was the first to finish, and started to show signs of being drunk. "Where's the toilet?" Nicola asked, slurring her words."I'll show you." Donna replied. This was her chance show her where the toilet, and place her mothers dildo, which she had wormed up, near. I went into the house and straight into my bedroom, and in a fit of pique, retorted by removing my underwear, I was feeling the need to challenge my mother, and using my youth was one way, having sex with the old man would teach her a lesson not to fuck with me, but alas, as I was about to find out, that scenario had been also been covered, they were ascending the stairs for the sole purpose of Borg fucking me, my mother's consent having being agreed to let him, being given as he fucked her,. Probably the best performance art of her brilliant career.She stopped in the ladies room upstairs after wriggling back into her latex and politely blowing him and his hard-on off, and not in the way he'd clearly hoped for; his phone number, scrawled on a matchbook cover, had been flushed after she admired his handiwork in the full-length facing mirrors.She leaned against a sink and fished out her cell phone. The music was giving her a headache, and she needed a shower and a leisurely.