My dick had started to get hard again as only the cock of a young boy soon to be a man could do.Mom was letting out small moans almost every time she ...took a breath and my cock seemed to throb in time with her sounds. I knew it was wrong but I had to see what she was doing. Dad wasn't with her why was she moaning like that? What was she doing? I got out of bed trying not to make any noise and headed for her door. The hallway light was out so I knew she wouldn't be able to see me as I looked. She would need a plan, but felt confident she could make it happen.* * *Later that morning on Glenview Drive, Jessica sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, frowning at the laptop in front of her. She’d made a couple of investments that weren’t working out the way she’d hoped, and was struggling to figure out what had gone wrong.Meanwhile Marie, dressed in nothing but a long white T-shirt, was hard at work. Every single one of the sex toys she’d cleaned the day before had been used and. The doc joined in by holding my breasts or stroking and fingering my ass and pussy. I rubbed his erect cock once or twice for the camera. I then placed the Doc on the sofa, removing the nurse’s outfit in a striptease fashion; I stood before him in the bright pink PVC half cup bra and Suspender belt. My shiny black seamed stockings glistening in the light with my ass, pussy and breasts on open display. The Doc was sitting upright on the sofa with his cock proudly jutting forward. Leaning over I. ”“That won’t do,” John told him. “I need to take them back.”“What are you known by?” the Indian asked, stepping closer to Bain.“My name is John Henry Bain. Some of the tribes call me Eye of Eagle,” Bain told him.“I hear of you. You are friend to Indian. But what do I care of the Kiowa, the Cheyenne or the Pawnee?” the chief told him.“I have respect for the Comanche, also. You are the great warriors of the plains,” Bain told him. “What do they call you?”“Pahayoko is my name,” the Indian replied..