Can we do it in some place special…where we might get caught?”Katie’s mother laughed and said, “Yes, we can. I will think of a place for this ...riday if you like.”My mother said, “Why wait? My husband is in our living room watching television. You can get naked and let my son fuck you on the kitchen table.”Katie’s mother said, “Will I be the only one naked?”Chloe and Katie said that they would get naked too. Of course I would get naked so that only left Mom. She was reluctant at first but then. It was also implicit that all the indulgences, if conducted within the confines of stately interior design, would be proper, permitted and sanctioned. I, for one, was already starting to believe that. I chose one of the booths that gave me the best view of the stage, a place where I could also survey the whole lounge and yet not be the center of attention. Sitting in the low-lighted, out-of-any-main-sight-line booth gave me a sense of security, as I was already finding myself venturing way. Tim was turned on and ready to fuck her darling house guest. Smelling the pungent smell of her sex, Tim flipped Peggy on her back and spread her legs wide for easy access. The tip of his cock began to penetrate her ever so slowly. When he had penetrated her only an inch or two, Charlotte reached in the bedside table for a camera and snapped a picture. "You know, Tim, "the first time for a women is so important. She should have something to remember it." Tim hardly heard what she said as he. In the mirrors reflection I could see her breasts as they became uncovered, small firm mounds yet to fully develop, capped by pink nipples that instantly crinkled when cooled by the air of her bedroom. The material put up a fight as she pushed it down her rock hard stomach, sliding over her hips and revealing the last bit of covering as they slipped down her legs. The thong was barely there and hardly more than a scrap of material. Just a last means of dignity in her form fitting costume.Her.