She loved the thrill of getting fucked in front of her daughter. She loved how I commented about her daughter’s growing ass and boobs. She was even ...open for a 3some – me, her and her daughter.Next time I was hanging out at Smita’s place. She had walked out for some work and would be back in a couple of hours. Mita – her 18-year daughter incidentally came home early that day. I had met Mita before but it was just a passing greetings like for a dinner in a restaurant or meeting her mom in the. "No," Brad said, slowly. A man coming in the entrance had just joined the woman. They kissed and the girl handed the new arrival a drink she'd already ordered."You don't think you've seen her before... or the guy with her?" No," Ashley said after a perfunctory glance. "What're you getting at, Brad?" she asked impatiently. "I wish you wouldn't be so mysterious sometimes."Brad leaned close to whisper in her ear. "That movie we saw last week? "Rob And Carrie and Thad And Alicia" or something like. " Turning to Helen,she continued, "your maid must be properly spanked right thisminute. Do you have a paddle?" Helen said she didn't. "What canwe use?" Denise mused, looking around the room. "We needsomething that will inflict enough pain to teach her a lesson." One of her shoes?" Helen asked.Denise smiled. "Of course. How fitting." She ordered me to giveher one of my red high heels. My hand began to shake, but Imanaged to pluck my right shoe off, then hand it to her. "Yes,"she said, turning. I lay down alongside her, my thigh against her thigh, my hand stroking along her cheek then into that wonderful tawny hair.In the back of my mind was the strange sensation that I didn't yet have an erection. What was wrong with me? A face and body like this and I couldn't respond?We kissed then for a very long while and all my hands did was move up and down the side of her body, charting the curves, enchanted by the magical smoothness of her.I broke the kiss a couple of times just to look into.