I put the coffee cake into the oven.Chuck walked in the kitchen just as the front door opened. My mother arrived with Gina. I was wearing my usual cas...al ‘around my home’ attire, a thong and silky robe. He walked in wearing his linen and silk trousers and shirt from the night before. He looked like he could have just stepped out and was returning or just like he had been using my toilet- if he did those things barefoot and with an unbuttoned shirt.He looked good. His face had a bit of beard. Gently forcing his way into her, then out, then in a little deeper, one hand on her hip, the second twined in her red hair. She was swearing under her breath, cursing him, begging him to fuck her. As always, the message was a little mixed. He could feel her loosening up, getting wet, and taking a firm grip on her ass and her hair, he thrust all the way into her and was rewarded by a groan of pain and lust. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to ask nice?” she said, opening her eyes and looking. She was having trouble finding the way, but it seemed importantthat she do so."I'm not even sure that I like...boys." It's okay," Marcia said.Phoebe shrugged. "I know it's okay. But I don't think it would be okaywith mom. Oh she's for gay rights and all that. She's worked on AIDSprevention programs and volunteered at the clinic and she signs petitionsright and left for gay marriage and all that stuff. She's verypolitically correct, you know. She's for all the right, cool, goodcauses. Being gay. My nipples were stiff and I was sure Jim would notice the damp patch in my underwear. “Do you have any more outfits to change into?” Jim asked. “Yeah, just one more,” I replied. Once again, I went back behind the screen. I hadn’t been sure about using my last set. It was red but the bra was totally sheer so that my tits could clearly be seen through it. The bottoms were a small thong, unlike the rest of my sets which had been French knickers. It was also totally sheer and as I slipped it on I.