"Look at him, look at him, come on look...." Amy was whispering to herself as her mother moved gracefully around Beth's bed. That same feeling that had overtaken her yesterday, when she knew Ron was undoubtedly lusting for her mother from his hidden position in the bathroom closet, was once again causing Amy's knees to buckle and her pussy to grow damp. She still couldn't explain fully why she was getting such a sexual thrill from deliberately teasing both her mom and Ron. She didn't want them to actually instigate anything sexual, and she didn't think either of them would, which, she had decided, may have been at least part...