Susan let out a moan and grabbed Lesly’s hand and led her to the table. She pulled Lesly’s robe down off of her shoulders and laid it on the table.... Lesly sat on the table with her legs spread facing to where she figured that the most men would be. Susan dropped her robe and sat on the bench and ran her small hands up the insides of Lesly’s silky smooth thighs. Lesly’s head fell back as Susan’s fingers inched their way up to the dark pink lips of her pussy. Lesly let out a loud sigh as her. ” My agreement was heartfelt. “Why don’t you show Jackie how they look on your pussy, so she can see for real how mean or not they are?” I swallowed. Then I took a deep breath and picked the handles of one clip with my right hand, extending it towards my pussy. “No, no,” Anne stopped me, “give her a close-up view.” So I shuffled around the edge of the table, aware of the spectacle I was making of myself, until I was right in front of her. “Stand up and put them on, but do it slowly.” Anne’s. That was scary. Not as scary as the fact that he’d somehow gotten on the wrong side of Scott Turcotte though. Still, he had a rep and if he ditched a contract it would damage that rep. A man had to have standards.“We could turn him over to the police,” said Jane.“Yeah, because they’ve been so helpful,” said Ken.“He would never talk anyway,” said Scott. “He has far too much to lose.”“So what the fuck are we going to do with him?” asked Ken. “We let him walk and he’ll just keep coming.”“There is. We got our way a lot and I never bought a drink for myself until I married your father,” she laughed.My dad didn’t see where this was going but my mom told him to shut up and he did.“Yes, we had our wild times. There were times we swapped guys on a date because I thought hers was hotter than mine. There were times we got with each other just to make those guys jealous,” she said.It was still gross since it was my mom but I could respect her adventurous past since I had one of my own. I told her.