Tamara’s mom, Dominque, couldn’t believe what she’d just heard, her baby girl was writhing in the midst of an orgasm. Dominque was torn. She was horny and had come over to pick Tamara’s brain about her encounter with her boyfriend, Greg. Was Tamara masturbating about what had happened with Greg or was she reacting to her presence? Her daughter’s thrashing had subsided, but her breathing was deep and rapid. Dominque leaned...