She was made to do her strip routine for them, dancing around and stripping as they sat around watching. She did lapdances for them all, one after the...other. They had their dicks out by now, all different shapes and sizes, throbbing at her now she was naked. Photos of all this were placed neatly into the pages of the scrapbook. She twirled the tassels and decorations on her nipples in their faces, jiggling her mature titties at them as they laughed. Their dusky faces grinned lecherously and. “What are you doing to my fucking boyfriend? Leave him alone, you fucking overgrown brute.” She was heading towards Dan in a hurry with her claws extended. I wanted to object to her description of Dan – he’s not overgrown and he’s not a brute. I stayed silent though.By that time she was close enough to see more of her boyfriend. “He’s fucking bleeding, you bastard ... and where are his fucking clothes?”Dan had to let go of the boyfriend so that he could fend off the girl’s attempts to scratch. “For me?” She eventually asked.“Yes. You see having thought about it I realised that I like you, really like you, care for you very much in fact. So if there is anyone I want to be with, it’s you. I miss your fussing, how you obsess over things, I miss you telling me I’m too loud, too full of myself, and I don’t want to miss…”Becky’s lips crushed mine as she locked me in a fierce embrace.“I hadn’t finished,” I said, breaking free.“Shut up,” she said, kissing me again.Gwen came through, beaming. “I just love you, mom. Can't a guy show some deep affection for his mom, without being given the third degree?” Travis wondered.“Well, maybe you should give me another kiss then,” I replied.So, we kissed each other once again, but as always it wasn't just one kiss. We began making out passionately for a few minutes, but he eventually broke the kiss though.“You are almost forty-seven now, but you still have the body of a twenty-seven-year-old though,” Travis mentioned.“Greasing the wheels?” I.