CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ronnie Lemm, dressed for fun in a wild red boudoir outfit, looked down at her mother, Sally, who was seated on the living room sofa. Sally was very excited at the prospect of getting some real live prick, her pale pink ensemble contrasted voluptuously against her dark coloration.
"He should be here any minute," Ronnie smiled, gazing at her mother's big thrusting t**s in the lacy confinement.
"Hon, you think he'll really want to f**k me, too?" Sally gurgled.
"I showed him that snapshot of you in bra and panties and he really looked," Ronnie giggled; "He likes colored pussy."
They both laughed. It was Wednesday evening. On Monday Ronnie had shown Alvin the photos she had taken at the beach house with infra-red film, with Candi and Mia locked in a lesbian embrace. Getting
