I reached out to feel what they were doing and felt Linda’s hand on mom’s tits as she massaged them. Porn . …Mom was drunk…she whispered this story to me. . … I reached out in the blacked out room and felt mom’s silky hair. I whispered: (“Liz, come on and join us.”) I felt mom’s hands feeling my legs. I would feel her pull my hands up slightly but I would keep going to push her to her limit. I whispered: (“Liz, come on and join us.”) I felt mom’s hands feeling my legs. Linda hand felt my face and pulled me into them. She knew she was beautiful and she too, was use to having men look at her. She too felt the things that were always cover by clothes. She started feeling lower and lower.
