In the laundry room only Mrs Svensson stood there and weighted her laundry. Mrs. Svensson and her husband were new retirees and had lived in the house... an expensive year. As usual, she was properly dressed the laundry room, her skirt, blew up a little and I got a good glance on her nylon covered legs. Among the women in the house she was seen as a style icon, but in the laundry room she turned into an savage self-appointed guardian and named between us guys as "the Pitbull". The Pitbull gave me. Our sons were taking the lead. With a single look into Mary Ann's eyes, I could tell that she was as thrilled as I was."So, Mom ... and Mary Ann," Robert began, "we're really glad you guys agreed to spend the evening with us." Andy nodded. "We hope you liked dinner." Mary Ann and I smiled and nodded."Now," Andy said, "would you please dance with us?"He reached out his hand to me, and Robert to Mary Ann. She and I looked at each other and smiled as we stood up and were enveloped in the arms of. At the last minute, he withdrew and came on my face and neck. I felt his juices slide down my skin and onto my chest. By contrast, Steven was not as interested in oral. He started to kiss me. I had never ever kissed a man before. Steven rammed his tongue into my mouth. I felt his facial hair coarsely rub against me skin. I really felt sick at this, more than the oral I had just given but Steven persisted. He just wanted me to wank him off again, which I did.Normally, the guys would let me. She kept wrestling in her mind with what she should do. The hand kept circling lower, and was now caressing her ass. She didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good. No one had caressed her like that in the three years since her husband left.Then she felt a second hand on her thigh, caressing gently. The first hand then moved to her other thigh. Also caressing gently. Both hands kept moving upward and inward. Karyn held her breath wondering what he would do. She knew it must be Matt by now..