I could see her pull down her bottoms and sit down.“"Sorry you have to hear all this,” she giggled. “Too much wine!I quietly listened to her pee...a pint and then heard the paper dispenser whirr and knew she was wiping that soft and wet pussy. A little dab here, a little wipe there. I shivered at the thought. I started daydreaming I was holding the paper up against her lovely vulva and lips kissing her as she sat on the commode, and she started to moan. Wait a sec, she WAS moaning!I couldn’t. "I know, it's a little cookie therapy. Kaylee's mom has a way of makingthings, well...better." Oh, speaking of moms, yours just called right before you walked in.Seems she lost your cell number again, and would like you to call herwhen you can."Brushing the crumbs off my blouse, I quickly make my way to my desk. Ididn't have the best of relationship with my parents, especially aftertheir divorce. Unless it was an emergency, my mother never called me. Ialways wondered if she blamed me for their. I moved it slowly down, parting the plump outer lips. I felt the small bump of her unaroused clitoris (did she play with it sometimes? When was the last time?) and on down between her legs until my fingertip found her elderly hole. She was unaroused and my finger could just enter a tiny amount before it felt too dry. Of course, I could have just forced it up her but I was in no hurry."Let's see what you've got down there, shall we?" I whispered in her ear. I wanted to have a proper examination. She completed her bath and wrapped a towel around her boobs and went inside, I completed my shagging and I almost painted all my bathroom walls with my semen. Those are the best 10 minutes I couldn’t ever dare to forget. I dressed immediately and rushed to her house. By that time she came with a lovely saree with a matching sleeveless blouse, she usual wears a full hand blouse but she wore a sleeveless blouse, she unwrapped the towel around her head and I could clearly see her sexy armpits with.