No one will care that Madeline is, we would have guessed it if we even gave it a seconds thought."It was the best fuck of my life Gerry!" Evidently, S...heryl had told us the same thing numerous times throughout her tale. I guessed she was trying to validate her indiscretions as well as her big mouth.I hid behind my cooler bottle, feeling the alcohol tickle down my throat. A part of me felt numb after the revelations, and another part, a secret part felt rather intense after Sheryl's little tale. It was a smile of innocence and trust. It was an innocence and trust I planned to abuse in the most extreme way. All that was needed was to persuade Jemma to "try something kinky" and the rest would be simple. The plan was, as far as I could tell, full-proof. I would get to watch another man fuck Jemma and Jemma herself would never know. First though I had to engineer an argument."What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes widening in hurt surprise."I just think our love-making is boring. It's just. Then came the bras. Neither woman had large tits but their pointy nipples were quite prominent. Jeans and skirt came off next. The girls had their mother’s clothes folded over their outstretched arms. The mothers took off their thong and went through the same exercise they had done with Helen’s present. The wet thongs joined the clothes and both daughters rubbed her nose against the thong sitting on the pile of clothes. Mary and Helen were in a pile of flesh on the couch, kissing and groping.. It was raining outside quiet heavily. I remember all those things that made me the man who I am right now. There I lie taking a journey into my past.A young man of 18, I was a very lively man. I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the.