That bastard! Why would my mother do this, with with someone I knew of all people?? I opened my blinds a little wider to get a better view with my pho...ne, wondering if my mom knew I was home or even cared. I could see the jerk from my class who teased me about how slutty my mom dressed all the time grinning as my mom sucked on his knobI knew my mother was no angel…I’ve gotten used to seeing my mom get dressed in attire no mother should wear every weekend as she prepares to get fucked, or waking. But that would be for later. I had a couple of other things on my mind, including how our little group of kids was going to celebrate my birthday.One of the older girls, Yasmine, had come up with the way to celebrate a girl's 17th Birthday. She called it The Sandwich. Everyone was skeptical at first, but when Yasmine turned 19, she demonstrated it.You need three boys, one in front, one in back, and one for your mouth. You were supposed to get a fourth guy for your boobs, but there's only so. The woman smiles at you and says, "You will be left here for several minutes and I want to leave you something to think about." She reaches into a nearby jar of ointment and takes a small dab on one finger. Holding your pussy lips apart with one hand, she applies the ointment directly onto the nub of your clitoris. The ointment tickles a bit and you start to involuntarily move your hips around as another dab is applied to your anus. The four women leave. You are still on your back and exposed. "Perhaps, Mr. January. We'll know for sure by the end of dinner though, won't we?" she asked and I liked her already. She had a twinkle in her eye like Mrs. Clause might have, as though she knew what I wanted for Christmas.We both ordered the steak and agreed to share a bottle of Côtes du Rhône, not quite as heavy as the Bordeaux. We exchanged pleasantries about the newness of the ship and speculated about how they would staff a new vessel. While she engaged me in polite conversation, her.