It had been 7 years since they last saw him.Finally John led Charles all the way to one of his own house's corridor where four teenage boys were stood...up and drinking. Charles recognized them. And they recognized Charles too. These were the four boys who messed around with him, outside the diner and in the woods."Guys I want you to meet your fearless leader. This is Charles Greene. Charles these were your closest buddies. They would follow you anywhere," John introducing them.The guy who was. ‘Does your hand feel like a vagina?’ ‘There is no such thing as `a woman’s vagina’,’ I replied. ‘All women are different. No woman ever reminded me of another. Kiss me.’ I was lying on my back. She rubbed her breasts against my stomach and sucked my nipple into her mouth. Ah, she remembered. When she carefully ran her hand under my member and cupped my scrotum. ‘That feels good,’ I said. I closed my eyes. My hand was moving faster now, and my tumescence was growing. Suddenly I felt her warm,. Florence was released from the bench and helped to the bed on the stage. A male Helper lay naked on the bed with his huge hardon standing upright pointed at the ceiling. Florence climbed slowly on the bed and sat over the Helpers waist with her knees on either side of him. Her ass was lifted and the cockhead placed at the entrance of her wet cunt. Florence needed no further instruction and promptly impaled herself on the upright cock. She plunged down to touch her cuntlips to the Helpers pubic. The nightie showed her legs to her knees and if she bent, more. The boobs and ass were too looking nice and inviting. Ashu kneeled in front of her and took a good look at her and also touched her here and there appreciating her.Mom too giggled and let him touch her. Now she also was commenting on his skimpy shorts as he commented on the skimpy nightie playfully. Ashu then stood up and as if justifying the brand of shorts, pulled its elastic and showed her its tag near his asscrack.Now, mom.