This particular evening she was in leggings with a large baggy blouse that ended just above her knees, a belt round her plump stomach and the top butt...ons undone to reveal her cleavage. I had been eyeing her up and I think she noticed so, when it was closing time, I offered her a ride home.We pulled up outside her front door. “Fancy coming in for a coffee”? She asked.How could I resist so we went inside her house. It was one of those small town, terraced types where the front door led. She could feel his erection poking into her back. It felt warm and a little wet and as hard as a tree branch. His breath on her neck made her skin break out in goosebumps. He kissed her shoulder, across the back of her neck and soon, he was leaning around and taking a stiff, pink nipple into his mouth. He continued to knead and squeeze the other as he suckled like a baby from her immature tit. It didnt hurt but her embarrassment was almost as bad as if it had been pain. As the man came around. . MOTHER! What in hell's name are you doing?' Ayesha's head whipped up and my cock thudded against my belly.Framed in the doorway stood a naked young woman, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder. She was a slimmer version of Ayesha: the same blonde hair, but cut short on top and neatly trimmed below; the same ripe figure, but more slender, the flesh tauter and less weather-tanned; the same heartstopping face; as beautiful as her mother, but a fresher, less experienced beauty. Her blue. . Thinking.” My cheeks flushed.“I asked you why you put up with that. I mean, look at him, he’s practically trying to eat her face! It’s disgusting.”I nodded mutely, but my mind was still going over the daydream in my head.“I’m used to it at this point.” I murmured quietly then leaned against the wall.I was getting bored with this party and it was starting to show on my face. The music was getting to me.“Does it ever get more exciting than this?” I asked with a bored look.“We could always find.