I could see her brain working overtime behind her sky blue eyes, and to add fuel to the fire I had just stoked, because sometimes it is better to get ...the message home crudely, I concluded, 'Wank it or use it, that why God made us sweetheart, and put us in charge of these young men', and at that I got up and left her to ponder her options.It did not take long for Roxanne to catch back up with me, she was full of questions, that was a good sign, it showed she was interested, I smiled inwardly,. Her sonwas grinning with delight, and he stroked her tits gently with one hand."You're not ashamed?" she whispered."Not at all, Mom," he said. "I'm glad we did that." Really?"He squeezed her tit with both hands, making her succulent nipple rise upsharply. "Mom, I've been peeking at you every chance I get. You don'tknow how glad I am we did this."Marilyn giggled. "And I though you were interested only in yourbutterfly collection. When did you develop this interest in girls,darling?"Donny leaned. “Time’s up. You’ll have to try again next week, won’t you?” “Uh huh,” I pout, settling back onto my knees.“What was that?” “Yes Sir.”“I don’t know why I bother. It’s not like—” He pauses as if noticing something. I hear the wet slop of his hand on his well-lubed cock. “You’re dripping on the floor, cunt. Now why is that?” I’d only thought I knew shame before. I’m glad for the bag that hides my burning face, but I can’t hide the rest of my skin, which all feels like it’s on fire. “I don’t know,. The idea came from watching her, sexy chick dancing on the balcony, and at times she bounced her butt like she was getting fucked. I did meet her, using Amber for her name, and we joked about her sexy dancing. She had thoughts about sex up there, but yet to find anyone to do it, yet. Of course, I am working on her about trying it out, but her busy work schedule has made it tough. So I am writing this in a fantasy with hopes of doing it for real. So I met up with Amber at Cheesecake Factory..