But I let them wonder..."My friend told me about you and I got so turned on and jealous of her" I said.He stopped for a second, then said "Ohh, so you...are a bit of a slutty one, wanna have a bit fun?"I told him I really did, and lead him to my room. Once we were in the light I could see that he looked somewhere in his early 40s at a guess, and he looked kind of dirty too, not attractive at all."So where do you want it slut?" he said looking very pleased with himself."My pussy is already getting. I moved to dry her off, but she stopped me.“We have lots of time,” she said as she kissed me before she started drying herself.I quickly followed her example.She picked up her bra and thong and with an economy of movement put them in her bag and pulled out a new set that I had given her.“Do you only wear those around me?” I asked.“Who else would appreciate them?” she asked.I shook my head and folded up my kilt.“You are not going to wear it?” she asked.I looked at her, and she was serious. I had. No woman, even man had ever spoken these words to me. I whispered that we should go lie on the bed and hoped to resume this in a softer, more comfortable space. Then, the most erotic thing happened. Sweet words emerged from her lips saying how beautiful my body was, how gorgeous my breasts were, and she’d always liked my freckled covered skin. She pulled down my skirt and delighted that I had nothing else on. I was still slightly nervous as she pulled down my skirt but Charlotte revelled in. ”Karen leaned in and gave Jason a big hug, “It’s so nice to officially meet you, Jason.”While they stayed for dinner, Sandy was quick for them to make their exit. “So how do you really know my mom?” Jason and Sandy were now driving back home. “And don’t tell me you met at the diner.”Jason did not meet his fiance’s mom at a diner. He doesn’t even know where Greene Street is. He met her at his friend Jimmy’s house.Not wanting to go to college virgins, they found ‘Busty Momma’ on an online ad. A.