When Helen had been a teenager in the mid-eighties there were no such things. She thought that the guys back then read Playboy or similar dirty magazi...es.Her husband, John, she had met at a conference a few years back and they had fallen in love. Helen was also a divorcee but had no children. She and Candy got along well from the start, and she believed it was because her mother had been an alcoholic and often wasn’t around the house. The young girl needed a woman in her life, to guide and. Neither could she control the mouse pointer on her computer. She sat in contemplation.It was at this point that she ‘felt’ her brother Timmy. She had of course ‘felt’ him many times before as has been previously mentioned, but on this occasion she could tell he was ... playing with himself. Now Susan was sixteen years old and well aware of the facts of life, and her mother had explained in nauseating detail what she called ‘what men wanted’. Susan was fairly sure that her mother was very happy. ”“Don’t worry, Bill, I remember everything you taught me. I will not be taking any stranger home tonight.”Bill introduced us to the three women and two men at his table as my friend Ted VonHarnard and his lovely mother, Dr. Doris VonHarnard. There were handshakes, nods and raised glasses as Bill introduced his new friends to us.Mom took a seat, and I went to the bar, flashed my fake ID at the skeptical bartender, and ordered a draft beer for myself and a margarita with a salted rim for Mom.The. Soon she was enjoying his finger fucking, her wet tunnel of love gushing in response and she grabbed his head, pushing his face into her breast. He stopped and stood upright, span her round and move her by her shoulders to the outdoor table, she lent forward against it, her palms flat on the hard, wooden surface and he hips pushed back behind her. She felt her shorts and knickers virtually ripped down to her knees, she wiggled them to the floor, stepping out of them as he grabbed her smooth,.