"Don't you?" Well, not all day long," I smiled."Too bad," she laughed softly. She removed one of her hands from my cock and reached between her legs. ..."Mmmm," she sighed as she stroked herself. Her thin legs spread out.My cock rocketed to hardness when I saw her rubbing herself. She starting rubbing her tiny pussy harder and pressing her hips up. She moaned softly, almost whining in pleasure.She looked back up at me and smiled, then gazed back at my cock which had quickly become fully. Rick came upstairs a few minutes after me, followed by my mother. They both went into her room. Mother is not the quietest in the bedroom stakes. I could hear them through the wall. I lay there, awake for ages. I could hear her and occasionally, could hear him. I imagined his body, although I had only seen a part of it. I had seen his naked chest when he worked in the garden, but he really didn’t do anything for me. I imagined it was me he was with, as I absentmindedly played with a nipple.. He said it was difficult to see because of the darkness. She turned to me and asked the same question. I raised her dress, looked at her charms, and said well to me. I took a finger and rubbed it down her open lips, the squishing sound was obvious to all of us. She sat back down and said that that felt good, but could not allow anymore of that. John weakly protested, and sighed. She did feel bad and took the top of the dress down for him to see her chest unobstructed. Please touch them John,. His eyes swept back to meet those of the old woman and he dipped his head, granting Helen permission to proceed."Madame, I give you my word that I will not react in any way as to cause untoward attention to either of us. I do not wish to drive Christine away by frightening her. I understand her importance and will do nothing to jeopardize your relationship with her. Does that suffice?"The underlying sadness did not leave the old woman's eyes, but the deep creases of her forehead lifted.