" "We want you just like . . . ." "That." "Okay?" "Okay." And before Aaron could move a muscle, they swooped and gathered their towels,linked the...ir leanly muscled arms, and strode toward the exit, their sexilysashaying buttocks flashing "Follow!" in riveting, eye-popping bursts.Or so it seemed to Aaron, whose body was now shot through with as mighty asurge of lust as he had ever known. He wasn't sure how long it was before he thought again about those agreed-onten minutes. Agreed-on? Had. She did not have any panties on. I could even see a little bit of her pussy and she kept re-arranging the dishwasher. I got so hard that I didn't know what to do. Mrs Stone turned her head and looked straight at my straining cock. He wanted to get out of my pants, I supported a big tent. I caught Mrs Stone smiling when she saw my tent.WE quickly finished cleaning the kitchen and Mrs Stone suggested we watch some TV. It was only about 6.30 so I thought we would watch TV in the living room. Mrs. Reed was more than willing to open up with all sorts of well-intentioned, though occasionally embarrassing advice. He suspected she offered the outrageous lines she summarily dropped on him because she liked to watch his face turn red. “You three are using protection, I hope. It’s a bit soon for grandkids.” Right out of the blue sky. Thanks, Mary. It wasn't like they did much of that with her around, too awkward. He wasn't inclined enough to exhibitionism to take pleasure in the idea of her. Kay and Ella both, however, often enjoy eating the sweet pussies of other like-minded women. They often shared the sweet nectar from the same pussy. Kay and Ella were not virgins in the biblical sense, but neither developed a taste or desire for a man’s cock. They were natural born lesbians.Although there was not a father figure in our lives, we thought our lives were quite normal growing up.We knew out mothers slept together, but never thought that was anything but normal. We were not.