” said John. “We both love it.” I added.“And what does 'eating pussy' mean?”“We've done a lot of that this weekend.”“What do you mean ...'we'?”“Well. John ate your mum's pussy then he fucked her, your mum ate mine while John was fucking her, and I ate your mum's pussy while John fucked me.”“Oh my god! Why couldn't I be here to watch all that? I still don't know what it means.”“I'm sorry, Wendy. As much as I would like to help with your sex education, I'm not prepared to go to gaol(=jail) and so. Going through her closest Tiffany was relieved that now for once she had clothes that would be able to fit around her her figure. granted her tits would still be an unsightly feature but she was growing accustomed to attention. She slipped into a pair of tights, feeling her ass being suffocated inside them, and a pair of jean-shorts (well, she had to cut the legs off herself because her ass was way too big for her normal pair. She cut them modestly but yanking them on she could feel more cheek. “Yes my love, touch me!” She urged. Abby’s young breast fit in the palm of his hand, and her nipple easily hardened to his touch.She smiled shyly, took his hand, guided him onto the bed. His upper body covered hers as they caressed and kissed. She glanced briefly around the room. “Your mom sure has lots of candles.”“She likes to burn them for a more romantic mood when she and Dad make love.” Then he thought for a moment. “Would you like a few candles lit?”“Yes, if you don’t mind.”“Be right. I suggested we go get a quick drink before we head back home and surprisingly she agreed.I took her to this lounge bar that played good music in Andheri and then after a few drinks suggested we head back. She kept insisting we have a one last one for the road and I reluctantly agreed. Well finally we left around midnight and I had to almost support her from falling while getting her into my car.My driver enquired if I needed to pick up any food on the since he knew most drinking nights I ate at.