I pulled back and noticed my mother squeezing her ass muscles, pushing out a thick yellowish drop of ass juice.I didn't hesitate for a second and lapp...d the drop off of her swollen pucker.Then my mother caught me by surprise as she let fly a meaty, long lasting fart, straight into my face. The hot gas blew partially into my nostrils, partially into my mouth. The seconds following that, as I lay stunned between my mother's thighs, a funky odor filled the room."It was bound to happen, son," my. A helluva lot more.As I slowly pulled back from Basil, I smiled playfully at him. "Whydon't we go to my room, Basil?" Whatever you'd like," replied Basil.***"How does Basil keep finding such gullible men?" asked Skylar. "Arethere really that many of them running around loose?" Who knows?" replied Yvette. "Basil's a clever man. You know healways gets whatever he wants. He decided he wanted Andrew and soonhe'll have her. Men like Andrew shouldn't think about getting intoour hot little panties. So, I tried again, but she didn't relent."It's hot in here," she said and without waiting for an answer, unzipped her dress just enough for a good look at the pink valley of flawless skin stretching from her neck and disappearing into her dress.She sat like that the whole way, offering me a close view of her breasts rising and falling with every bump on the road."Finish your thing before it starts to pain and hurry up as I want to talk to you," she told me as I headed to bathroom to change. It was too big and too busy for me to find a Mary Simpson needle in the Tacoma Mall haystack. I sat in the lounge of one of the mall restaurants and nursed a beer. I was really depressed now. So close and yet so far. Was it really Mary? I wanted it to be, but what if it wasn't her? If it was her, I had a thousand questions I needed answers to. It was the worst possible situation. Like something you desperately wanted being dangled in front of you, but couldn't reach it.In a moment of clarity, I.