"Yes!" I said loudly, "Do you want to?" Yes I do!" she stuttered, "He teases me like crazy, you saw him holding my boob in front of you when you broug...ht the coffee to us earlier." That was so sexy!" I panted."Just now, before you came in, he was rubbing my pussy!" she gasped, "He commented about how wet I was. He said that tonight, he'll do something about that!" Perfect," I smiled, "Fuck him at every opportunity that you get, babe." Yes, sir!" Amanda replied excitedly, "I think he can be quite. "Mmm, I'm feeling pretty close, Bill, mmm, oh, you're really hard, mmm, makes my pussy feel so good," my mother groaned.I have to confess I didn't turn around and quietly go back to the front room and make some noise and I also didn't let them know I was there. I watched.Was it sexy? Oh, yeah, my mom is petite, forty-five and she's taken good care of herself, though genes, I'm sure, have helped. She has a younger sister, my Aunt Jean, who is gorgeous in a bikini and my mom looked pretty good. " Oh, yeah, great," I said and she wrote down her address.At four, I pulled into her driveway, there were two cars there, I suppose her husband was home as well.She answered the door and invited me inside."Come into the living room and have a seat, I'll get it, it's in my bedroom."I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa."Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?" Of course, Russell, how have you been?" Oh, good, I just need. She asked herself, permanently questioning her sexuality, about what she was; was she bi-sexual? Was she a lesbian? What she never considered asking herself was whether or not she was straight. She didn't like most of the men she knew, and never considered fucking them.Being in this kind of permanent mental turmoil about her sex preferences, and not being able to get a permanent emotional attachment to anybody, it was no wonder that she wasn't promiscuous. She always went out of town when she.