Mike laughed and asked what the big deal was. Ms. Davis couldn’t believe this question. “Tickling is very annoying and disruptive,” she said.As...she spoke Mike couldn’t take his eyes off of her feet. She had on flats and had her legs crossed dangling one shoe right in front of him. She noticed this. Ms. Davis had always taken care of her feet. She would never admit it but she got way too many pedicures but she found the experience almost orgasmic. She always asked for a very specific Oriental. By now my shirt is off and I lift my bum as Sue yanks my shorts and boxers off. As she goes back down on me and to my amazement Annie, lying on her back, slips her head between Sue's hot thighs and pulls her down onto her willing lips. As Annie's tongue goes to work Sue groans, a deep lustful moan, her hips gyrating and fucking Annie's face and the beautiful aroma of an over-sexed cunt wafts up for me to savour.Sue's attention to my cock is now waning as her own sexual needs kick in. So slowly. "What is that one for?" I asked."For now, nothing," he said, though I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I looked over at her and her expression was a cross between sheer terror and naked yearning. I knew exactly who that second collar was for, and I knew that it wasn't for today. But I knew that one day I would see it around her neck.Jeff reached up and got my collar off of the wall. "Put it on," he said.I struggled with it a little, but it was my collar, and I was going to get it on. Your part is in red, mine is in green."Mom nodded looking back at the music."I won't play for the first few times. Just get used to me sitting behind you while you play."Mom nodded again. "Behind me," she whispered."That's right," I said. I placed my hands on Mom's waist, just above her hips. "OK, let's go." Mom placed her hands on the keyboard and began playing. I held her waist but didn't move except to flip the page for her. Although at first tense playing in this odd configuration, she.