“Well Mom, what do you want to do today? Anything special?” “No baby, I would just like to spend the day at home with you, if that is alright wi...th you.” “That will be okay with me, Mom. Though from now on, I am going to call you Moira. You are too good looking to be my Mom," he laughingly stated. "In fact, I am going to say you’re my girlfriend from now on. Hahaha.” “Why thank you, kind sir. I don’t feel like your Mom when you are around.” Ray went down to the shop and picked up some videos for. John leaned over and touched the bite mark, then slid his finger down to my nipple. He circled it slowly and traced back up to the mark. He idly repeated this trail several times, waiting for me to go on with the story. I couldn’t think about talking just yet. I was thoroughly aroused from the evening, and John was managing to stoke the fire that was smoldering. I lay back, cerebrally urging John to keep it up, and hoping he understood my mental telepathy. My mind wandered as his fingers kept. He was staring fixedly at the TV screen, but couldn’t help but look down when something touched his crotch. Amy had moved without him realizing, and she was using her other hand to rub his groin while she rubbed her own. Terry looked her in the eye and she looked back. Before Terry knew what he was doing he was kissing her on the lips, his tongue sliding into her wonderful, warm mouth. For what seemed like an hour they sat with Amy touching both him and herself, their tongues playing about with. I secretly liked the fact that John was attracted to Carol. Unknown to John it was going to get a lot hotter. It escalated one night when we went to a local nightclub. We usually went there for the music and some dancing. Carol wore a black knit dress that clung to her like a second skin. She had no underwear on and her nipples were hard and poking through the material. We went to John's apartment to pick him up and Carol greeted him with a soft kiss on the lips with a hint of tongue. .