“Yeah, I want to be close to you too.” We hugged, then slowly looked into each other’s eyes and kissed.Morgan was a lot like me. She was an over...hinker whose life was exponentially complicated with Taylor around. She didn’t like bullshit and had to keep her annoying brother at bay. But mostly, she claimed to hate drama yet was causing me a lot of drama headaches when the solution, from the outside, was as easy as just saying the right thing. But I still loved her. And if that meant having an. My mother was gently moaning and breathing quite heavily. Yes, she was masturbating and undoubtedly, it was in response to my little show. I couldn't believe it. The thought of her fingering her fat, hairy cunt with those saggy tits heaving up and down nearly drove me wild. The clincher was when I noticed that the television remote had been taken off of the nightstand by our beds. My own mom was fucking herself with the remote! I leapt back to bed and once again began to jerk off. I tossed and. The brief interludes when we are together are time out of time. Nothing else exists but the two of us, and our need for each other. We hardly even speak between meetings. We save it all up, and it's worth it! Sometimes we have friends to play as well, because I love seeing Lucy giving pleasure to others, and taking pleasure from others too, and she is becoming quite the little voyeur herself!On our last afternoon, Lucy had a little tea party. I was pleasantly drugged, and tied up in the arch. "Ms Grey?"She heard her name through the buzzing in her head. She looked up and saw Buddy and Eric in the back of the class. "Yes" We're working on a science experiment and want your help with the paperwork. Could you help us ? "Julie got up and walked back to the boys. Eric was sitting with some papers on the desk, spread out. She leaned over to see what they were working on. The print seemed really small and it was more difficult to concentrate. Eric was pointing at a caption on a photograph..