It was going to be a very good night. My girlfriend Lisa was out of town, with her grandmother, and her mother, Lynne, had asked me to come over, to keep her company.
It wasn't long before Lynne had confessed that she wanted to be used rough, the way she'd seen me take her daughter. It was a dark and rainy night, she was in a see-through nightgown with a frilly bra and panties, and she'd been clinging to me every time the thunder crashed. What would you have done?