Linda was having coffee the next morning with Amy.

"I don't believe it," Amy replied when Linda told her about what she had done the night before.

"It's true." Linda smiled, feeling good, rested. She still glowed from the amazing fucking she and Dan had enjoyed the night before. Her cunt still tingled deliciously, and she could hardly cross her legs. The pressure against her pussy and clit was almost too fantastic. "You know, Amy, I really don't care if you believe me or not. It was your idea, remember?"

"I was making a funny," Amy said. "I had no idea that you would actually fuck your son. If anything, I meant we could fuck each other's son."

"Oh come on, Amy," Linda said in disgust. "You're so full of shit. I know what you meant."

Amy's eyes were glowing. She leaned forward, peering at Linda. "Was it good, Linda? Tell me all about it. What's his cock like is it big? Tell me!"

"Why don't you check out Hank?"

Amy hugged herself, shivering, a faraway

expression in her eyes. "Oh, I'd love to! God, would I love to. But I don't think I have your nerve, Linda."

"It didn't take nerve," Linda said. "It was an accident. Coincidental since you had mentioned it, but it was still an accident."

Amy's eyes were gleaming with a bright light. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, her skirt working higher and higher. Linda watched her friend, amused to see Amy so excited. She watched Amy mold her fingers about her own tits, digging into the springy flesh and sighing heavily. It was creating anticipation within her, watching Amy. They had been feeling each other up for so long, licking each other's hairy, wet cunt, Linda could not resist the excitement.