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As I moved through the garden back towards the house I could see, in the small slice of moonlight breaking the darkness, the rounded, smooth little ass of Justin – one of the boys from the A-List group. Facing him, her hand rubbing slowly around his crotch was Dina – my friend Nicki’s mum. Either out of shock or awe or intoxication I stood, staring at their interlude until Dina noticed I was there and shifted her hand away from Justin’s goods. He turned, they had been sprung and moved to cover himself until Dina slowed him with a touch of her hand on his arm. With her other, she started stroking him again, smirking at me as she did so. Justin relaxed under her touch and Dina flicked her head at me, beckoning me over silently with a confidence I found reassuring. Continue reading →