“Do you like watching me?” she asked.“It’s one of my favourite things to do” I said. “Another thing I like is...” and with that I leaned... in and kissed her.“Mmm, I like that too” she replied as she pulled me over hug me.While her attention was focused on kissing me, I slid my hand down and started to play with her pussy. “This is another thing that I like to do,” I told her.Jennifer got a big grin on her face and whipped the cover off. “Oh yeah, me too. I feel really horny this morning. Want to. I just saw a chance to have sex with a good looking girl, err, woman, and it was my first time and I couldn”t stop.” Kalyani asked, “You mean I was your first? Oh my God! is it true!I hope I didn”t turn you off of sex completely.” Jayan looked down at his mother. Her feet were on the coffee table and her two-parted nightdress partially views her legs. He stared at her bare legs as her nightee fell open. He thought he could see her now-clean pussy hair. The top of the dress was hanging open. Guys, at that moment I felt shear panic... I was sure I was busted, and was about to get reamed out, or worse. But as the seconds turned into minutes, that panic turned to something else. It was a HUGE thrill. I mean the thought of it all was crazy. Banging April, and having Laura not even realize that she was tasting a bit of it the next morning was nuts. My fear soon turned to adrenalin, much like the first time I fucked a new girl in the Ass, this was something Taboo, and exciting. If my. "The Sisterhood Women's Music Festival was no Glastonbury, no Woodstock, no Reading, no Womad, nor even the kind of free festival that used to be put on by local authorities in Central London to show how hip the borough councillors still were. It was held in a big field where it hadn't rained for several weeks in which small tents were being erected in steadily closer proximity to one another over the first day. Not surprisingly for a festival organised by and for women, the toilet and washroom.