Depending on what you first saw, perhaps you can join in.”“So I see the miller balls deep in Hay, and you want me to start playing with myself rig...ht there?”“Yes, exactly.”Several people laughed. I said, “I know, it seems a bit silly when you put it like that. What we’re doing is taking the experience beyond just Hay and her mate finding pleasure. Hay and her mate can find pleasure as part of the community, supported and celebrated by the rest of us. You can even go beyond masturbating and. I got up and left her there and drove home.I sat in the recliner and listened to the man huff and puff as he drove his cock into her. I listened to her moan as her head rolled from side to side. Her nylon clad legs and high heeled covered feet added an eroticism to what otherwise would have been no more exciting than a man fucking a woman on a porno tape.I thought back to my earlier question, "Where was my dad?" and "Why was he letting this happen?" and then I suddenly remembered that he was on. He was so gentle in contrast to the clumsy Tom this afternoon. Ian was a natural. “Can I take off your t-shirt Mum?”“You do it Ian.”He lifted it off and above my head. He stood in front of me utterly entranced at the sight of his Mother naked the waist with her short skirt, panties, stockings and belt. He looked and just smiled almost benignly at the huge step I had encouraged him to take. His pyjama trousers were sticking out at his groin. I think he was at the moment unaware of the effect I. I quickly get dressed and out the door. I arrive at Betty's house a few minutes late she's waiting with her dog all dressed and leashed .We make small talk and then I head out for a short walk . Rosie does her thing fast and wants to go back home when we get back Betty asks if I would like to come in for a coffee that would be nice I thought so in I go Betty is a elderly lady that must not have many visitors she tells me stories of when she was young and the places she traveled to she told me.