Forget it." Oh, the money is incidental," I said, dismissing a hundred dollars with an airy wave of my hand. "That's not why you're going to do it." I...'m not going to do it at all," she snapped.There was a short silence, but something was bugging her."Um, if I was going to do it, which I'm not, why would I be doing it?" Several reasons. The excitement of doing something that you know you shouldn't. Curiosity as to what it would be like with someone else. The feeling that you've scored one over. The latter couple would be arriving soon but separately, Horne from California, and Porter-Haynes from South Africa. The intelligence was correct and the following day I learned that Horn was at the house. That evening she was dining at a well-known and very exclusive restaurant with Pine. Wearing a long, black silk dress, my hair cut short and blonde (I am naturally chestnut) I arrived at the restaurant shortly after 9pm. For the first time I saw Pine and Horne in the flesh. If I had not known. He then went for broke by pulling her labia apart and licking from her taint upwards, then returning to her clit for sucking and rubbing. Again there was no demand that he stop.By now, two things were happening, his cock was at full length and she was overcome by a lot of shock and a lot of excitement.With no words being spoken, the hopped up son and the boozed up mother positioned themselves and he put his cock in her and he started to fuck her slowly and she started to move in sync with his. As I start to feel your pussy contracting under my touch. Sensing your orgasm is getting closer. I lean forward and flick my tongue across the exposed head of your clit, which instantly sends you over the edge. Your body shudders and quivers underneath me. Your pussy walls clamp down on my fingers in such a vice like grip. I think they are going to break. Like a sluice gate being open on dam, your juices gush from deep within you running down my fingers and pooling in my hand. I slowly withdraw.