I don't know if he was trying to get a reaction or just wanted to dominate my husband.Thinking about it now I believe it was some power thing with him...and that he got his sexual jollies through humiliation. But my husband wasn't reacting so he was probably a bit frustrated that my husband wasn't playing along. He should have just shut his mouth and enjoyed himself.The actual sexual intercourse lasted for about 20-minutes and we were in several different positions during this time. While we were. Yesssssss.”He put his hand inside the pantyhose and did it again with just my panties protecting me. The thrill of a man touching me there is almost as exciting as touching my nipples, and I wanted him to keep doing it for a long time. But, I needed to get back inside, and I knew it.“We have to go back inside. Someone will notice we are gone, Teddy. But, don’t stop yet. Please keep touching me there. Will you?”“Yes...” there was a catch in his throat and it thrilled me even more that my body. ‘Oh my, where did he learn to do this?’I caressed his head gently as he worked his raspy, fat, young pink tongue in concert with his nibbling lips. My taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast for my son. He was a teenage motherfucker — and he was mine.He stood and took half-a-pace forward, touching my labia with his hard rampant long cock. I urged him to put it in me, using language that I’d reserved for my fantasies. "Fuck me,” I demanded. "Screw me. I want you to make me cum. These ladies are the reason you are here. This is Lynn O’Dell, and this is Erin O’Dell and these two beauties are Penelope and Paul O’Dell, my daughters.”“Huh?”“When those two guys beat me up, they gave me a pretty bad concussion. You know my story, well the concussion brought back my memory. My name is Paul O’Dell and I am from Boise, Idaho by way of Kansas City. I used to front a band called ‘They Only Look Dead’.”“I know that band! They were good until their singer quit the band. You were.