‘I’m going to grab a bottle of wine to go with the spaghetti,’ I said and pointed down the aisle. ‘If there is anything you need, put it in th... cart.’ ‘Are you sure?’ she asked. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Such a bold move for me. I felt like one of those guys who moved without permission. How I loved the smile I got in return. ‘Anything,’ I reminded her and took off in search of a good bottle of wine. I figured that if she needed any private things, she didn’t want me standing over. My husband never do this to me.” I lowered my hand to her highs and began to touch alonside her mound. I had already sensed this was a real hot slut since time back. Her juices had already passed through the fine and thin panty fabric, as well as pants. This woman had been longing for sex since time back. Each one of us was sharing his / her part, fighting to get at it. I got off the car to go around it, and opened the passenger door to climb on the jeep. She had been waiting for me. Her robe was almost completely open. I was staring at her B cup breasts when she looked up at me and asked, "How are you doing?"She noticed where I was looking and gave me a small smile. I didn't say anything. She continued to massage my thighs moving up and inside and occasionally brushing against my balls. I involuntarily started to get hard. I was too embarrassed to speak and Mom just continued. She stopped, looked at my growing cock then at me and gave me the smallest of smiles. I said,. , okay, Montez, I'll wait a little longer... until you hang yourself. Meantime, on your feet, cunts... it's time for the show to start..."Nervously, Carol Heath paced back and forth across the living room of their apartment, occasionally glancing at her watch, then walking to a mirror to primp at her hair or fidget with the black, cocktail mini garment she had chosen to wear. She felt quite naked actually, never having worn the low-cut dress without a bra before, but it seemed in keeping, under.