Trusting his judgment, she touched his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his sho...lders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once for each of the months he’d abandoned her at home and while went to the bar to drink to forget. He kissed her. ....." Once again she could not say fuck, so I helped her out. "We didn't fuck. Is that what you wanted to say?" Now she was laughing even harder. "At my age, I shouldI be able to say that word." I agreed with her and told her to give it a try, just go ahead and say it. So here I am, sitting at the kitchen table with my mother-in-law when she lets loose. "Fuck, there I said it and I like the sound of it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, that felt good." Was this my mother-in-law? I thought I would. I smile back as I bite my lip feeling your fingers trace along the hem of my flimsy g-string before pulling it aside to test the wetness of my hole. No test needed my love, I am dripping with desire. My hips thrust towards you as my fingers dig into your broad shoulders. I moan a bit in frustration, I need the penetration of your skilled fingers or your delicious lips on mine again. I'd love your cock of course, but we may not have the time. We are expected back shortly. My heart sinks as you. "She laughed, “It is like heaven on earth to feel such deliciousness. We here on the island are so much more open about things you English want to feel so bad about. You need to relax and enjoy the fruits of the earth while you are still on it.”She did make some sense, and I loved how she made me feel. I could only imagine how two women paying attention to me might be like. It sent shivers through my body.As we continued our walk, I began to feel a little better. We passed by some young men.