I said ‘cant you see I’m reading’? She asked ‘what book’? I replied ‘Novel’. She asked ‘is it any adult one’? I said ‘no, social�...�. My naughty brain suddenly clicked and asked ‘are you interested for adult novel’? She replied ‘No, I just was asking’. I asked ‘have you ever read any adult novel’? She replied ‘No, but heard of’. I kept mum for a while showing as if concentrating to my book started making plan to start chatting regarding sex and know how far she knows regarding. I asked ‘what you. They hear repeated pings of the computer announcing incoming messages as they watch in wonder the reenactment of what just happened.Doing this gets them both aroused again, and Emma realizes that the two of them will spend many evening in the future watching those videos which Donald had made as she earned each of her pearls.An hour later, they spend time reading all the pinged messages to Donald’s new profile. Curiously, many are from men, and actually older men, who ‘likes’ and comments on. .." You don't have a choice mom. It's either that or dad and the internet get this hot little film." Baby, please..." She begged by Kim cut her off."WE want you in your bedroom naked right now. I saw you fuck Mrs. Smith and I want to see the real thing."Mom just stared at her and suddenly got up and started for the bedroom. She had given up. We followed camera in hand and Kim was so turned on just looking at my mom. My cock was straining against my jeans and just the thought of seeing my mom. That's where things differed though. You wore your hair short in a cute little bob, and she wore her's longer. You tended to be more outspoken, and she tended to be a snob. You were a tom boy, wearing jeans and shorts, and she was rather girly, almost always wearing a skirt or dress of some sort. There was something else different about you that no one else seemed to know. You were a raging lesbian. You had had sex with guys before, but girls were always what really got you going--and your best.