Emma stood in the center of the bathroom in only her heels quivering in anticipation and begging for Tim’s touch. “Please baby, I need you.” Em...a said her voice cracking. “I’m so wet.” “I see that.” Tim said, tracing her slit lightly with the tip of his finger before placing it in his mouth. “You are so sweet too.” He parted her lips and brushed against her clit with his fingertip before rubbing it against Emma’s mouth. “See for yourself.” Emma’s tongue guided Tim’s finger into her mouth. Mom's pouty lips were naturally pink and glossy and her voice had a gentle yet seductive tone. Her skin was fair, silky and soft, just seeing any of her bare flesh made you want to run your hands all over her. She barely looked like a classy 36 year old Mom. She had the face of a seasoned mature sex goddess. For most women, that face would be the first thing you'd notice. But she had much more noticeable assets. To be blunt, my Mom had huge breasts. They were enormous, white and naturally. Twisting open the vial's black screw cap, she pouredits clear liquid onto her cupped palm. The clear liquid felt rather oilyas she spread it out a bit across her palm.Reaching her virus coated hand between her legs, Lilly began to work theliquid into her vagina. For a moment she felt a slight buzzing comingfrom her sensitive parts. Then the feeling slowly faded away. Afterwardshe rushed nude from her bedroom to the bathroom to clean her handscarefully so she did not accidentally infect her. It was a fine day; it was going to be a hot one, as Charles rode into the classic bike enclosure and parked next to a Harley. He was followed by a beautifully restored Scott 'Squirrel'. The rider removed her helmet and smiled at him."Now then, Charlie, where's Laura?" She was a perfect complement to the bike, petite, and auburn haired."Did you not know? She ... died ... March, last year."Her face fell. "Oh, Charlie ... I'm so sorry. I wondered why we hadn't seen either of you around. Is this.