“I’m not innocent at all.”“Well, if you tell me, you still won’t have any secret sins.” She gave that the laugh it deserved. Sometimes, Bi...ll was a wit; sometimes, he got only half-way. She walked away slowly enough for him to catch up and ask her for a date. He didn’t. He didn’t even offer to drive her home.Their talk the next week was as friendly, and as fruitless. She went back in the choir. That cut her interactions with Bill down to the once-a-month coffee hours, but maybe he would be more. She paused and trembled with the touch, her body going stiff. That simple touch of his cock on her pussy almost made her come. She moved again. She was slowly inching her crotch upward, pausing againat his lower chest. She wiggled her hips, circling them slowly in a teasing gesture, still holding her cunt wide open. Juices were dripping from her cunt now. She moved her crotch higher, until it was perhaps six inches from her son's face. "I just pissed, Johnny," she whispered. "I just pissed. Sue simply watched silently to see where this was going. Her hand still idly stroked her cunt lips as she listened."Really! You really let him fuck you?" Yeah. Mom came home and caught us, too." Your mom caught you?" Betsy was astounded. "What did she say?" She gave me a spanking." A spanking? Aren't you too old to be spanked?" Don't knock it until you've tried it." Wow! Oh, wow! Do you think your dad would fuck me, too?" Why don't you ask him?" She handed me the phone."Mr. Long?" Yes?" I. He gave a huge sigh as she drove away and said a small prayer.An hour later, Christie pulled up at Dave and Alice’s house. She was dressed in a pair of daisy duke shorts that were barely there and showed a lot of ass cheek, and a tight crop top that showed significant under boob and invited playing with obviously unclad and very generous breasts. To cap things off she was wearing heels that made her legs look like a million bucks.Dave was outside to greet her since she’d called ahead. “Where’s.