Her house would probably be called a mansion, it was large, three stories with many bedrooms. I always enjoyed staying overnight because I could pick ...ut a different bedroom each time. She would always read me stories and as I got older, eight, nine, ten, even eleven, she would invite me into her bed, especially if there was a storm or if we had watched a scary movie or were reading a scary book.We always had lots of fun, I got lots of hugs and snuggles, she often mussed my hair, whispered. Jess stopped her bouncing on Brent’s crotch to look over at Amelia with concern.“Everything ok, Amy?” Jess asked.Had she ever called herself Amy? I had no idea but it seemed like the wrong time to question it. Amelia gave a thumbs up with another cough.“No-” - a final cough - “no worries, girl. And you,” she said, turning to Paul, “don’t you ever apologize for THAT.” She pointed at his cock, sticking up and out from his crotch, still pointed at her menacingly.“Lastly, you-” - she looked over. ”“That’s true. However, there are plenty of bedrooms here and your parent’s house has an extra. I don’t plan for you to be far.”I put up my hands in surrender smiling, “Pack. You will come to my house.” I paused. “Mom said this would happen.”“Your mother is a smart woman. Keep listening to her. I like her.” She grinned. “I think me at your house will probably be better because it brings down the temptation level. I’ll leave a note for Marie and pack for the weekend. I’ll ride with you and. In her surprise, the woman almost declared her identity. But Debby was advancing with her tongue lashing around like a hungry tiger, obviously bent on oral sex. And M argot, who loved sex with girls every bit as much as she did with guys, saw no reason to say a word.She would play it by ear and-she hoped, by tongue.Debby paused at the foot of the bed, slightly puzzled. She hadn't realized that Jerry had such a finely shaped ass. He was a lean, muscular boy, and it was strange that he should.