“I suppose you just got majorly banged by Mike.”“Well...”“I knew it! You’re such a slut!” Lacie said with the beginnings of a smile star...ing to creep across her face. “I suppose you are still leaking from it.”“What can I say... It’s sorta inevitable.”Now smirking. “Slut, tramp, bimbo. You know you really got lucky with him. I’m really happy for you. Love ya lots and lots!”During this exchange, they had both pulled their heads back enough so that they were face to face, a few inches apart. Lacie. I hit my hand a few times. "What am I supposed to do now? Go in there and tell her I think I might have a crush on her? She's stunning, but she's my mom."My whole body shook like I was having a small seizure because all of a sudden, I saw my mom as a woman to get with, possibly, and not just my mom. Even after ten minutes, I still couldn't make a move, and she kept going too.Then I calmly moved to the door. "Oh, fuck it," I moaned, before grabbing the doorknob.Even then, I couldn't twist it. I walked up to the sliding glass door on the back of the small house after tossing my backpack on the couch. I looked out the glass to see the pool as I had all those years ago. I thought about my next course of action. I could take Meagan on a walk and explain things, or I could... “So, can we talk now?” Meagan asked from behind me, interrupting my thought process.“Um...” I started as I turned to face her.I looked at her again, for the first time in what felt like years. There she was my eight. I moved round and stripped my wife off and Sheila fondled her tits, Donna's nipples were rock hard and she rubbed herself on Sheila's nipples.I pulled donna onto the floor and put my hand under her skirt, rubbing her pussy she was quite wet. Donna rolled up Sheila's skirt and parted her thighs, running her tongue up the inside of her thighs she moaned, as Donna got to the top Sheila parted her legs as far wide as she could and Donna ran her finger down the front of her knickers.Sheila was.