I had to get closer, so I got on my knees to listen to what they were talking about. I was trying to control my breathing so I could hear. Mom was loo...king out the window in the kitchen as she talked. "I had no idea. I don't really know. No... no... I don't think so." Then she giggled again and went silent as my aunt talked to her. Mom sat down and continued. "Yes. Totally bare." Her voice went softer. "A boner." Followed by some giggling. My heart sunk.Mom saw it and was now telling everyone. " Ah. That explains a lot. I used to have a nice daughter named Dorothy but she was cloned and produced a girl who I'm beginning to suspect is turning into a pedophile. So, be warned, young man." They heard footsteps and looked up."Hi, Edward. I see that my father was doing his best to keep you entertained while I finished dressing. Are you ready to go?"Now, I remembered her. Short blond hair, blue eyes, nice red mouth and about 5'8" tall. She was really pretty. That kind of dress I didn't. As we continued to kiss, my fingers found the knot on her halter-top, opening it. Pulling her top down around her waist, I took Amber’s nipples between my thumb and forefinger, first one the other, pinching them, rolling them around, stretching them, milking them until I felt them grow into fiery, hot coals boring into my palms. Slipping a hand into my lap, Amber unsnapped my Jeans. Unzipping them, she pushed my Jeans and underwear down my thighs freeing my nine-inch cock. Straddling my lap,. The new massage therapist had gifted hands as he rubbed her shoulders standing at the head of the table.The two men rotated clockwise to continue massaging Margaret’s sides. Matthew placed his cock in her left hand and she lovingly stroked him.Remaining silent, the unknown therapist placed his soft penis in Margaret’s right hand. She felt his soft, silky foreskin. She hesitated and left her hand open unsure of what to do. The therapist guided her fingers closed and placed his strong hand.