”“Which girl?” Kara smirked.“Girls,” I corrected with a grin.“So he IS you!” Kara giggled, something she very rarely did these days.“S...eriously?” Leigh asked. “Your fourteen-year-old son was having a threesome?”“Allegedly,” I replied. “They were fully dressed when they encountered one of the girls’ grandmothers. What happened before that, only the kids know.”“Plausible deniability?” Kara asked.“That’s the way I would play it. One set of the girls’ parents demanded a meeting this afternoon, but. "Oh, my goodness, Stephanie," I said after reading the first half-dozenpages. "You are a woman after my own heart." Really?" she asked, somewhat unsure of herself."Absolutely!" I answered. "Although my husband is very much in controland is without question the dominant partner in our marriage, we havebegun thinking about owning a sissy maid very much like the one youdescribe in your story. We are also open to having a female slave, butwe are primarily interested in owning a sissy maid."She. She raised the tepid scotch to her lips. The burning liquor taken straight had an instant calming effect on her nerves, and she leaned back against the bedpost, momentarily relaxed. It certainly was embarrassing to walk in on her own son like this, although, true to the new morality, it didn't seem to bother him at all. But she had rather had her fill of lewd incidents lately, bodies in lewd copulation, poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark. It was some kind of obscene. I told them to sit down and gave peg my dark shirt and still had on a t-shirt. I found a shirt for each of us and got a pair of shorts for all of us. we went to the restroom to change and Tom and I went into the handicapped stall since the rest were full. we both removed our shorts and I noticed tom was rock hard and trying to hide his cock, but with the closeness I saw it was a good 8 inches and had some girth. I mentioned Peggy and said I bet she didn't plan on displaying the girls to so many.