Then, when they were both well and truly ready, they'd move off and disappear into the tall cogon grass and papaya trees up the road to fuck. And she...d always look back, I noticed, just as she led him into the long grass, as much as to say, "don't you wish this was you". She knew the exact spot where I'd be standing, because it was from my bedroom terrace that we'd once watched Lee and Annabelle fucking in the kitchen next door, and we'd slowly masturbated each other and gone into the room to. After the dance and the rubbing of their bodies had the desired response and Mike was sporting a massive erection, mom moved slightly back from him. She wickedly looked at his bulging crotch.. "Mike," she whispered, "Do you remember when I used to babysit you when you were still in diapers?" He blushed and mumbled something unintelligible as he anxiously glanced toward Bill and me.She moved closer to him once again, her breasts delicately touching his chest and her pelvis rubbing against. When I was a kid I thought that Nan Bristow, as I knew her, was Scottish. There was a photograph hanging in the hall, taken when she was about 15. She was dressed in the full Highland regalia; kilt, sporran, glengarry, and was holding a set of bagpipes.My mother angrily put me right. "Your Nan was no effing Jock! She was in the Dagenham Girl Pipers. They were famous in the old days, like the Three Degrees are now days -- 'cept there were more than three of them of course."It had been suggested. Oh, I don't know. It began slowly, I suppose, but then I couldn't seem to get it off my mind. I knew that Bill needed another wife. It just wasn't right for a man – an Alpha – like him to have only two wives when you have fourteen." She stopped for a second as she and Jill smiled at each other. "That's not exactly what I mean. It's just..." And I feel the same way," Jill inserted. "I can't explain it any better than Kathy. It just... has to be."Diana, sitting in her husband's lap, kissed him on.