!"The horny mother grabs the back of the teenager's head and guides the nervous boy down. In a second the boy's tongue snakes out and starts licking h...is mother's horny hole. The mothers can tell that the young boy is somewhat a beginner at this, but his mother doesn't seem to care. The beautiful Mrs Carole Baker is on her back thrashing, her body convulsing, soon letting a squeal of pleasure as her first orgasm hits her body."OOOOHHHHH!!!! RICCCKKKYYYY!!!!!. " she jabbed with a smile."No need to. This will be over soon." I said knowing it would not be that easy.I slipped into her panties and the sports bra. As I picked up the Wranglers, I chuckled."What's so funny?" she asked somewhat bewildered."Gives a hole new meaning to 'Getting into her pants'." I said."Well, at least you haven't lost your sense of humor. I'll be in the living room waiting." she said somewhat distantly.She has somehow changed since I mentioned that Karen might be responsible. Lucinda slipped back below the coverlet on her bed. Her mind was in a whirlwind. She felt strange. Her hands rose and cupped her nicely filling out adolescent breasts. She rested her hands on the mounds in wonderment.Her nipples were hard!They had not done that before!The palms of her hands lightly stroked over her nipples and little thrills ran through her.Lucinda woke early the next day. She listened for noises from the garden. The bird song had already started, but that was not the noise she. We stood silently, looking at the pitiful few we had managed to save. The other side of the bank had done similar work. Someone had thought quickly, and had tossed rope out to some of the men. That side had more survivors. It was still but a fraction, compared to how many had been lost. What a waste of life. What monumental stupidity on the part of the organizers of this mess.By this time, evening had fallen. The men rescued were taken to the town, and given food and drink. Blankets were passed.