“Dave, Amy will do just fine,” he said and bent down so that his lips touched hers, ever so softly. “You don’t mind if I kiss your wife, do y...ou Dave?” he asked but before I could answer his lips were on hers in a more passionate kiss this time. Amy seemed to respond in kind and Brad added “Well Dave, do you mind?” “No, No of course not Brad,” I stammered as my brain raced. There was some deep part of me that was screaming to stop but I only looked on as Brad kissed Amy. His thick lips on. Connie, I could see, was bursting to ask me what all this was about, but I motioned her to keep quiet. Remembering what I had told Fran about the effect on women once sex had taken place, I decided to offer yet further proof. "Connie," I said, "tell Fran what you would do for me." Oh, Fran," she sighed happily. "I'd do anything for James, anything he wanted." Connie, stand up," I said rudely. Instantly she jumped to her feet. "Stand on one leg. Put your left index finger in your right ear.. ” I said.I turned toward my son and we kissed, in a very passionate way. I thrust my tongue inside his open mouth and he sucked my tongue with fervor. His hand continued playing with my pussy, alternately twitching my pubic hair and running his fingers along my dripping slit. Finally, I broke the kiss. “We should stop now.” I drew his attention to his limp shaft. “Your friend needs some time to recuperate, before it could plunder your mom’s pussy again.” “What’re we going to do till then?”“Lets. I could see out, in a downward direction, but whoever it was could not have seen in unless they bent down and looked up. I stopped pacing and started paying attention, wondering what was afoot.Though I could not see the person's face, I instantly recognised the scarlet shoes of Ms. HR Bitch. They were one of her many signature attributes, along with short skirts, tanned skin and a put-you-down tone of voice.It was still early and I was surprised to see her there. She had placed a large pile of.