Shit, shit, shit!OK jamie, pull yourself together…what the fuck? I am even calling myself jamie. Oh shit, I’m fucked. So I open gmail and click t...e email and there it is…. A full list of instructions. What to wear, where to go, all my preparations, everything. Oh man, I am in trouble. Damnit! The day moves along and I cannot concentrate for anything, the proposal sits unfinished on my monitor and all I can think about is what I will be doing tomorrow. As I mentally prepare for what I need to. You might like it.”No chance that would happen, and I was pretty sure she knew it before she suggested it. Yoga was not something I anticipated ever needing, at least not in this lifetime. I got my physical challenges in the gym and enough pseudo-spiritual mumbo jumbo from my Aikido classes.“Well, make sure you don’t give up during class because you know what they say,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face, pausing for dramatic effect. Jude stared at me like she had no idea what. Now I have to tell you, I love the look of aunty shama’s wearing bright red lipstick and as her face came closer to mine , our lips finally meeting I thought to myself how utterly perfect her mouth was.My lips parted as she slid her tongue into my mouth, sucking mine hungily into hers. I felt her hands rubbing up and down my cock through my pants. She broke off the kiss to say ‘Let’s get these clothes out of the way.’Naked we resumed our kissing and I thought that was pretty good, but she took. .I really needed it tonight". "You deserve it Mom" . Mom took another toke and settled further into the couch which caused her skirt to rise up to mid thigh. Even with all we had done it gave me a thrill to peek up her skirt at her black lace panties stretched across her pussy with just a few pussy hairs sticking out. We finished the joint and Mom went to get changed while I got dinner on the table. Mom came out wearing her hot cotton shorts and a tee shirt. Her legs looked great in the.