After I had finished masturbating and had cleaned up, I left the bathroom and on the way outside back to the garden., I passed my mom on the stairs. A...ll I could do was smile at her and think of the fun I had just experienced.As I had finished reliving this childhood memory I was pulling into the driveway at home from the college. I knocked on the door and awaited mom answer. “Gattu darling, did you come from college?” she asked quizzically. My name is Gautam but mom used to call me “Gattu”“Hi. As soon as we got to the room, Kym and Janet went out to get some booze to drink. They came back with a large box of cheep wine, two bottles of vodka, and a gallon of O.J. We started to drink and I started to get very drunk. Janet looked at me and said, Jackie, can I eat your pussy? I told her sure if you can find it. I laughed and she came over and lifted my skirt to see my cock. “OH WOW” she exclaimed. She pulled my pantyhose down and grabbed my cock with both hands. Then she placed. I tossed it to her as I pulled a paper towel from the roll to wipe myself up. The next part would take five minutes; it always did. She'd ask how long it would take to know something and I'd explain that I mailed the pictures to Chicago, and hopefully at the next monthly editorial meeting they'd be looked at, and then someone would call me. Sometimes those meetings were real busy, tho, and could slip a month. Or two.Occasionally I'd pick up a current Playboy from the coffee table and show the. With my car in neutral, we roll down the hill, intent on finishing our night together at Make Out Point.The drive to Make Out Point is long. I can’t keep my hands off of Randy, and he struggles to concentrate while I continually try to unzip his pants. Finally, unscathed and accident free, we arrive at Make Out Point and waste no time climbing, while we kiss, into the back seat. Soon Randy's shirt is off, followed by mine then Randy's pants, followed by my skirt, and then my bra. Just as Randy.