I came into living room and saw Mom, just sitting on the couch, feeling her smooth pussy. It's was like she found an old friend, and amazed as to how ...sensitive she was now. I asked Patty to sit on the wing back chair and to scoot her butt to the edge and swing her legs over the arms. Boy, talk about opening someone up! Patty was naturally blonde and her pussy hair was very fine, and really thin. If I hadn't placed my face in it just a few days before, I woulda said she was bald. I lathered her. She hadn't liked the atmosphere of Agathos Kafes, so she hadn't joined her for coffee recently. They still got together for lunch every so often, however. It was this habit of their friendship which would provide Devon with the excuse she needed to get Holly in her house for a minute.Devon picked up the phone for the third time that day with a sigh. She wasn't very good at dissembling under normal circumstances, and trying to carry on a normal conversation before she achieved her goal of. Pulling me sharply into the bathroom, she quickly shut the door. To be honest, I was surprised she didn't just slam it closed with me still on the other side of it. Why had she wanted me in here with her?A voice called from downstairs, our parents alerting us that they were home. But the chatter of conversation trailed off as they went into another room, not bothering to wait for a response."What are you doing?" I asked, as if protesting her actions. My past infatuated self would have kicked. .and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring...it was different than self-examination...my nipples were hard before he grabbed...and I turned at him when he was there...his mouth on mine..."You are a little tease," he said...."I've watched you parading around for us..." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening.