..I mean Helen, of course," I stumbled a response. I had notspoken to my mom since the swap except for a few 'hellos' across thefence. I suppose it wa...s inevitable that we would talk eventuallysince they were friends.My mom was in her work suit and was clearly on her lunch break. Sheordered a coffee and I was shocked as she produced a pack ofcigarettes of her own."Helen! I thought you had given up?" I exclaimed."Come on Jan, you know I just told Michael that to keep him happy,"she laughed. I. .see!" She emphasised. "I'm not normally so s**tterbrained." Why she added that, she didn't know. "No...I'm not. Gotta girlfriend though" Bet you've girlfriends all over the country." No...no...not me" he answered, not totally truthfully. He watched as Lesley, walked over to a CD player and put some music on. As she bent over he admired the sight of her near bare backside with the very thin strip of material spotting her cheeks. He joined the growing list of admirers of than very fuckable. She pulled on a thick, sheepskin jacket, then levered her feet into tennis shoes, without socks, and without untying them. Her legs she left covered with only her nightgown, so she’d have freedom of movement.She tried to get down the hallway without making too much noise, and then down the steps. Going to the back door, off the kitchen, she eased it open and then jumped down all three steps, to the cold ground below. Running around the house, she didn’t pay attention to the bite in the air,. I had often told her about our sexual experiences and regular threesomes with both male and females. She especially liked hearing how my man was eight-inches and thick and she had often asked if she could watch or participate one day.“Describe in detail what you want, I might be able to help,” Denise replied.“A pretty man, well built, ten or fifteen years younger than us who can provide my man with a mind blowing bi-sexual experience. Oral sex only, no intercourse or kissing. I want it to be.