My movements became very fluid. Tom stood up and placed his hands on my waist and swayed with me. I could feel his hard cock pressed between my cheeks...and his hot breath on my neck. That just made me hotter as I ground my ass into his pelvis. Tim stood in front of me and began twirling and pinching my nipples - that's like pushing the starting button on an engine. I felt lips on them. My hands instinctively combed through his hair and pulled him in. My libido immediately went into high. She was as tall as me in her six inch black patent heels. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully framed by raven hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was wearing a halter neck black cocktail dress with a hem just above her knees, and her back bare all the way down to her waist. Though Brenda was 40, her breasts were a very perky B cup, with nipples pushing out the fabric of the dress. She looked like. . it...??''Well, I guess that is OK' She said a little breathlessly.I grabbed the camera and pointed it at her pussy, close up. 'Mom, can you ehhhh... can you spread your arse open for the pic please??'. Quietly, she obliged, spreading it wide, opening up the view of her gorgeous cunt and tight arsehole. I snapped a load of pics, then I asked, 'Can I hold my finger against your... ehhhh... your pussy Mom for a picture??''Pussy??.. ' she said in shock at the vulgar term, but regaining her. I still don’t really know.I stood by the bed. He was watching some porn video, nothing special that I could see, and jerking slowly. He was naked, the quilted bedspread tossed aside, intent.“Don’t you get tired of that?” I asked. “Or, at least, don’t you want more? A blow job? A fuck?” I almost never said, “fuck”. It didn’t get much of a response. He lowered his head a little, but said nothing and continued to masturbate.I slowly began to unbutton my blouse and shifted to stand at the foot of.