Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

Here was where Bosie could park the twins' van after he drove it from Bill Frank's garage. It was ideal!

Leaving the garage door unlocked, she returned to the fraternity house. Upstairs she took her time bathing. She washed and dried her long hair and spent a good half an hour brushing it out.

Glancing at her watch she saw that yet another half hour had to pass before the twins finished down in the dining room.

What she would do was this, she was telling herself. She'd tell the twins, when they came back upstairs, to take baths and get ready for some clean clothing that Bosie would bring. She'd explain that their own presence was too risky and that she trusted her Mend to find their suitcases inside the van.

She was sure they'd agree, offering no resistance.

Then she'd go downstairs to wait for Bosie to drive up to the twins' van. She'd show him how to drive around in back of the mansion and then direct him into the garage hidden by the tall trees that grew all around it. Then she'd have to think of some nice way to thank the electrician.

Maybe she'd take him upstairs over the garage where the gardener was supposed to live in a small, attic-like apartment-but who didn't because he had a nicer, more comfortable place in town-and the attic was vacant.

Yes, she said to herself. This was exactly what she would do. She'd take a couple bottles of chilled white wine, two glasses and a candle. The candle would make it all that more romantic. She was sure Bosie would appreciate it. He didn't get along at all with his wife.

Deciding to dress for the occasion, she selected a pair of sheer pale pink nylons with seams that ran up the back.

Next, she found a garter belt that was so whipsy thin, the garter snaps that held up the nylons were doll-size. She would wear panties, she decided, she slipped into a pair that were so tight the crotch almost disappeared between her plump and very hairy pussy lips, exposing her lush growth of black curly hairs on either side of the thin crotch. Gloria James loved the sensation of tight panties and the crotch stretching between her cunt lips.

But what she adored most about the pair of panties was how they clung to her rounded buttock, hugging them like a second skin. If she pulled them up tighter, most of her glorious behind was fully exposed. Pulling them up higher still, the material would disappear between her buttocks, caressing the crack of her ass and tickling her always feverish anus.

Maybe she was going a bit too far, she thought to herself. She shook her head, her long, freshly washed hair swimming deliciously on her bare shoulders.

She put on one of her favorite cashmere sweaters. This was also colored pale pink. She wore a tight white skirt that clung to her buttocks and hugged her thighs.

Slipping her nyloned feet into a pair of white spike heels that exposed both her toes and her heels, leaving most of her pretty feet fully exposed, she admired herself in the three-view mirror.

She made up her face quickly. Gloria James never had to take too much time doing this. She really didn't need any makeup. She used it only because for some reason she didn't understand, it made her feel better.

Scratching her head, she decided that instead of waiting for the twins to come up to her apartment, she'd leave them a note. If they should see her all dressed up and leaving them alone, they might become very curious; and they might also become jealous. This was a possibility she told herself that she should not ignore. They were both growing very attached to her.

She took the elevator down and being careful not to make any noise as she carried the shopping bag containing the wine and the glasses and the two candles (she'd decided on two candles), she made her way around the side of the mansion, into the garage.

Here she found the gardener's raincoat, she slipped into this. She also put on his rain hat. She walked down the driveway after leaving the garage doors open.

And, no sooner had she come to the end of it, down at the street, when she saw a VW van slowly coming up to the fraternity house.

Gloria James waved at Bosie whom she could see clearly in the fading light. He waved back. A broad grin covered his face.

She put her finger to her lips, cautioning him to be silent. Then she pointed with her arm in the direction he should take. At first he looked puzzled, then he began to understand, smiling again, he turned and drove up the cobbles onto the path that led in back of the mansion to the garage.

Mrs. James followed, her heart pounding- for two different reasons: one, anticipating the light in the twins' eyes and they joy in their hearts when they learned their precious van had been restored intact; and, two, what promised to be an exciting adventure with Bosie.

When Beth and her brother found Mrs. James' note telling them she had a sudden errand to do and would return in about an hour's time, they followed her instructions that they should make themselves a drink of anything they liked.

"How's about a rum and coke?" asked Beth from the kitchen. "There seems to be more of that than anything except white wine."

"I don't feel like the wine," answered her brother. He was stepping out of his trousers. He'd already taken off his shirt.

"Me, too," grinned Beth… she made two drinks with ice. Carrying them in through the curtains, she grinned again.

"God you've got a handsome body, Jeff. It makes me shiver every time I get a look at it and when my eyes connect with that beautiful cock, I almost melt." She put down the drinks.

"Tell me something I don't know," he laughed.

Beth was pensive as she sat on the couch next to her brother after giving him his drink she sipped thoughtfully.

Jeffrey was fondling his penis, stroking it gently, fingering the head of it, his eyes on his pretty sister's face.

"What's the matter, honey?"

"Oh, nothing." she shook her head. She smiled at him. Her eyes fell to his fingers, caressed his hardening prick, searched around his balls. He was cupping them with his free hand.

"Something is… "

"Yes. I guess so. What I'm wondering is if we are really intruding on her, on Gloria… "

"… is that all it is, honey?"

She shook her head. "No, not all… "

"What then?"

"If I tell you the truth, you won't be mad at me?"

"How could I ever be mad at you… after all we've been through together?"

"You could be."

He took her drink from her hand. Slowly unbuttoning her sweater, he took it off. He lay with his face between her sweet breasts. He began to lick her nipples as she held his head tenderly, making little moans and groans as his tongue caressed, as his lips brushed over them, and finally, when he nibbled on them with his teeth, she gripped him tighter and started to make little sounds in her throat.

Jeffrey slid one hand up under her skirt. His fingers stole between her warm, silky thighs. They found her sweet pussy. Ever so slowly he caressed it until she opened her thighs. Then he raised up one knee so he could caress her as she wanted him to. She could feel her cunt beginning to ooze. When he began to slide his fingers through her slippery crack, she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him hotly, passionately, her tongue swirling inside his mouth.

"Oh honey, Jeffy… I want you to flick me. I want your prick deep up my cunt. Oh, darling, it's been so long. I need to fuck… fuck… I want your prick in me. It's my only friend. My friend, your prick. I want it inside my body… "

"Tell me what's bothering you, Beth."

She pulled away, tears in her eyes.

"What?"

"… it's just tha… well, I'm a little jealous… "

"Is that all?"

"Why you silly goose," he cried, he picked her up, threw her down on the couch and in two seconds, jammed his hard cock into her cunt so hard, they both burst out into wild laughter.