Her shaking hands seem to disagree with her. ‘Well,’ Jordan went on, Mercy’s thumping heart hanging on a string as he averted his gaze to the s...de. ‘I was just wondering if you’d like to come over to my house.’ ‘Oh?’ Mercy couldn’t believe how steady her voice sounded even as heat bloomed between her legs at the huskiness of his voice. He didn’t even know what he did to her did he? ‘Sure. Of course. What were you hoping to do?’ ‘Hopefully me.’ Mercy thought to herself, her face flushing in. Isabell called out, "Lynda your nightclothes are on your bed, when youhave finished come on down, and I will have a snack ready for us, isthat all right dear?"I replied, "Thank you Isabell, you're so good to me, I don't know howI will ever repay your kindness."She answered back laughing, "Don't worry, I'm sure I will think ofsomething."I dried myself and brushed my hair into a ponytail holding it withsome bands I found.Then I went back into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me, tofind a. Then she slowly began to suck my dick. I told her to suck it deeply. She done the same I was about to come and I told her , but she continued sucking and I shot loads of cum into her mouth . to my surprise she drank all that and said it tastes sour . We began to kiss passionately in the lips. I fondled her boobs and fingered her pussy lips. I tried to insert one finger ,but it was so small. Somehow one finger got inside and she said its paining a little.I asked her “ shall I stop”. She replied. That same day, when I went to pee, I saw a pair on the bathroom floor. I remember picking them up. The soft, silky, sheer nylon sat limp in my hand. For whatever reason, I brought them to my nose and I inhaled the shaped nylon that encased her feet. My mother's scent radiated with a strong mix of what I remember to be like leather and vinegar. As I unfolded the limp nylon further they took their original shape. They looked too small to fit my mother. I quickly brought them closer and I noticed.