Jim's other claim to fame was that he turned a blind eye to just about anything that went on at his house. He had an enclosed porch, which he kept wel...-stocked with alcohol. So long as you knew your own limits, Jim didn't really care how old you were. And even if you did step outside your limits, there was always a spare bedroom you could borrow for the evening, or at the very least a couch you could crash on. Those beds and couches were often borrowed during the course of the evening as. I tried to calm myself as I walked to the porch. A cold front had moved in over night and it was too chilled to be on the porch. I opened the door to the house and she was standing there, one of my t-shirts on, only. She held one hand to her throat, the other over her mouth. I closed the door softly behind me. Then she practically leaped into my arms, in fact she wrapped her legs around me, I had one arm behind her back, hand on her head as we kissed. The other hand was supporting her butt.. She insisted that I was, and remarked that my figure was in lovely proportion. We talked for a while, and I began to think her interest was more than just friendly sisterhood; we were definitely moving into flirting, and with her expressive gestures she was touching my hands and arms much more than was necessary. No one seemed to intrude into our little bubble of space, and I began to feel a mounting thrill that had me getting a bit sweaty between the thighs and moist in my pussy. Finally,. .. And ask Mom where she put the extra bottle of Jergen’s, I bet!”“You know me too well. :)”Freshly inspired to continue where Dad had left off, I found time that same night, around 11 PM, to work my magic.Breeding of Erika: Sixth ChapterAs Erika came down from her momentous orgasm, I viewed Mom in a new light. Instead of the demure woman I’d grown up with, I watched her revel in pleasuring another woman and controlling the hedonistic events unfolding before us.“Bobby, I think we’re ready to.