They arrived early friday evenin with Rob's mother Dorren, a pleasent 52yr old lady widow for the last 4 years, if I didnt know any better I would say... Sammy was trying to hook me up with Dorren, I have to admit she didnt look her age a good 20 yrs younger if I didnt know her age.I shot upstairs and made up the other spare room next to mine, I told them we will go for a drink then a meal and then all pile back to here to sleep. we had a good night and all came back pretty merry, I had got to. My mother understood this because she herself was a lesbian and had divorced my biological father before I was five. She had been living with a very pretty lady Samantha. My Mother and Samantha had raised me and my sister Lori in a well to do neighborhood and we wanted for nothing. My parents were talented and wealthy. I normally dressed as girl and often fought with Lori over clothes. When I was about 12 I started wearing my mothers stockings and pantyhose and trying on her shoes. Samantha. She knelt to either side of his thighs and hefted her silk slip and dress around her waist. He tucked a finger underneath the leg-band of her pink silk panties and slid them aside. Whilst she still slid her closed fist up and down its length, she guided the turgid head into her pussy, and then pushed her waist down to meet his first upthrust. As he entered her, his hands went under the dress and played with her silk petticoat and matching silk panties. He grabbed a handful of her slip, and. I lifted my face towards him so he could pull the elastic strap over the back of my head. I loved being blind to his actions and bound, totally at the mercy of his mood. The anxiety overwhelmed me.He tugged on both clamps at once, pulling a muffled moan from deep inside of me. The weight on the bed shifted and he was over me, his hands on either side of my arms. Sir's breath warmed my face and his teasing tongue ran over my top, then bottom, lip. I shivered. The bed moved around me as he rose.