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My mother murmured a soft hello. She had gone a bit pale, I noticed."Just excuse us ... we'll go throw some clothes on, and then we can all have a nice chat," Jenny said. She stepped toward the door of her wardrobe, reached for the handle -- then paused, gazing at me with a slight frown."Marilyn," she said, "You're breaking our rule."My heart froze, my stomach knotted itself, and my knees began to quiver. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. Oh God oh God oh GOD ... why is she DOING this... ?"What rule?" My mother innocently asked, right on cue."Well, you see, Donna," Jenny said, walking over to me, "we made a deal with Marilyn, at the start of the semester, that any time she was in the dorm, she would take all her clothes off as soon as she came in the door."Mom's startled eyes swung to me for verification. I was numb with horror, completely unable to move or talk.As if she had all the time in the world, Jenny reached down to unzip my skirt. I stood dumbstruck as it. With that I stood up and said that if they wanted to fuck it wouldn’t bother me, and I left the house. I didn’t go far and had left the back door open so I could hear what was being said. I could hear my wife apologising to Roger for my behaviour, but Roger said it was OK and of course if she ever wanted to fuck he would be happy. I heard him say that it sounded like I had just given her permission. My wife said ‘but what if he was testing me’, and Roger said that if that was the case I was a fool and should get what he deserved. Things went a bit quieter but I then thought I heard some kissing. I heard my wife say ‘I really shouldn’t’ and he reply ‘nonsense’. I moved round to the back window and was able to peer in unobserved. I could now see my wife sat on the sofa with Roger next to her. They were kissing and he had his hand inside her top. He then removed his hand and ran it the inside of her leg, under her dress and with her groan I realised he had a finger or two in her pussy..
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