"You're no fun," bitched Staci good-naturedly, "C'mon let's look for a new skirt or something." Nah, not up to it," said Jill, "in fact, I think I'm r...ady to go home." Fine," snapped Staci, frustrated, "I hear that you can catch the bus on the north side of the mall near the theater."Jill sighed loudly and found a bench to sit down on. Staci glared at her for a moment before joining her on the bench."Look, Staci," Jill began, "I just wanted to get a few things for work and replace one of those. "I moved back down and continued to feed off her. She held me close and sighed.When I decided I'd had my fill for the time being, I worked my way down to her navel. I explored it with my tongue as my mother shivered. There is something so sexy about a mature woman's navel and the way it disappears into her body.Another downward movement and I could feel her red bush start to scratch my chin. I moved and lay my cheek on it. Rough and smooth, curly yet soft, a study in ambiguity. She grew. The young masseur continued pounding his cock into my wife’s hairy pussy and we could tell both of them were getting close to a climax, Martha was really moaning and breathing hard and the young guy was pounding her harder and harder. Suddenly, Martha screamed out "fuck me hard" and then that she was cumming and this triggered the guys climax, he stroked deeply into her and held her ass tight and I knew my gorgeous wife’s pussy was being filled with hot cum from a stranger. Both of them. "I remember a day that you were unable to control yourself." She said teasingly."Oh," my Sister's interest was piqued. "Since Ted can't remember, why don't you share it for him." Nadia then gave me a wicked smile as her eyes glinted mischief.She then turned to my sister, "Do you remember the day I slept over, and you whined about my underwear being too sexy for a sleepover?"The smile on my face became contorted as it became awkward. I remembered that day. I never knew that underwear could be so.