I quietly went to the living room and sat on the sofa. I found a pack of king’s lights, an ashtray and a lighter on the Teapoy.I used to smoke witho...ut my Mom’s knowledge, but I didn’t know that my Mom smoked. I was fully blank and didn’t know what to do or how to react. After a few minutes, I heard the door opening. She went directly to the living room by looking at her phone, but she was naked.She didn’t know I was present there. She was startled when she saw me and asked when I had come. She. My name is Tim. I worked the second shift at the plant. One day when I arrived for work I had a few minutes to talk with Ron, one of the day shift workers that I knew. Ron was thirty, about 62 and slim. He told me that he had a real hot date for that night. There was this real knock out blond that he had just happened to get hooked up with. He said that he had been getting together with her about once a week to ten days for a couple of months. He told me what a wild slut she was in bed and that. Wow. That was an awakening for me. When confronted with the reality of the hotwife, my immediate reaction was to recoil. I wanted to go back to vanilla sex and quiet close loving. But John had seen that spot on my soul that still enjoyed what was happening. He knew that if it was teased right, it could take over. I found I could enjoy many aspects of the situation.The draw of the 'secret' power I had over Suze was strong. I could stop things if I wanted. My voyeurism was being sated via John's. It was only fair to let their first girl-girl encounter end as nature intended. If he had to pleasure himself, so be it. “Don’t mind me, girls,” he said as he stood, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m running out of space in here, just need to lose the pants.” Michelle raised her heard from between Eve’s legs and looked at him, her nose and cheeks glistening with the other woman’s creamy moisture. “Making you hard, are we?” It seemed her composure and control were back: she.