I complained about it, but there wasnothing either of us could do.One Saturday night we were home, alone, as usual, and Mom drank a fewglasses of wine... I remember it like it was yesterday. She was trying topolish her toenails and making a mess of it. I was sitting next to herwatching TV and her. She was getting more frustrated by the minute, sofinally she stopped, looked at me and said, "This is impossible! Can youdo it for me?" She handed me the polish, put the remover in front of me,and. She was wearing a mid thigh summer dress, so access to her pussy was really quite easy while her back was to me. Standing and cleaning the grill, wife facing Julie, I lifted her dress and caressed her ass and slid a finger along her ass crack. She responded with a kiss and half closed eyes as I groped her ass.Julie figured it out and walked over near us so I removed my hand to be discrete. However, I did have a stinky finger from her pussy juices. I moved my hand relatively close to Julies. My cock twitched again but as I stood into my thong I tucked it neatly between my legs concealing my maleness.I sent a text to Tony asking him to collect me at 1945 hours, the drive to Hannah's was a short trip. He immediately text me back confirming he would collect me.I carefully applied my makeup finishing with a red lipstick to match the dragon on my dress. Slipping into the dress I looked fabulous and with a squirt of Chanel number 5, a recent online purchase, I was ready,I carefully. ”“Ohhh.” She peeks around the corner and then looks back at me wide eyed. “That is the hottest ginger I have ever seen!”“Right?” I start biting my lip, nervous. Of what? I don’t exactly know.“Well, go talk to him.”“What? No, I couldn’t. What would I say?” I try and shake the idea out of my head. I don’t talk to boys, I admire them from a distance.“Well maybe start with your name, that landed you in a good spot last time.” She giggles and says with a wink. I slap her arm.“I’m serious.”“So am I.”.