" Dan, I was the valedictorian of my class. I carried a straight 4.0 average through school. I'm not ashamed of any kind of work but I want to use my ...head, not my body to get a job. Now, are you going to tell me about your life? You know most of mine." Millie, there's so much more I want to know about you. I don't know why you intrigue me so much but you seem so genuine, so honest. I can't say that about many people. I'll tell you about my life another time but for now let's enjoy our dinner. Between gasps, I could hear her mumbling although I had no idea what she said. My spare hand found her ass hole, I let a finger circle and press, it was wet from the juices running from her pussy, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her hole begin to open to me. Then with a final push, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.She wailed, “Shit! When my finger, twisted in her, and then it was as deep as I could reach.She was now bucking her hips fast to meet the thrust of my hand, I was. Amista’s reassurance as she touched my arm that what my mother was doing was acceptable behavior seemed to calm me. I don’t know why, but seeing my mother performing oral sex with an adolescent was no longer that disturbing.All my thoughts and attention turned to Amista. “Are you?” I let the question hang in the air.“Yes, I have sex when I want it,” Amista answered without hesitation.“I’m surprised you’re not married or pregnant.”“No, not pregnant. I take my pill every morning. I’m going to the. One evening I went in looking for a few movies. To be honest, I don’t remember and of the titles I was getting. But anyway, as I walked in I say Ashley at the counter and I made a beeline to her to just chat a bit. When I lend on the counter I notice a cutie of a girl sitting in a chair behind the counter with Ashley. At the moment I assumed it was her daughter. I had never met any of her family so it was speculation. But I had seen her before at my own daughters school. She was sitting on the.