“What?” she asked.“Huh?”“You were staring at me.”My face turned red. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I caught a smile turning up her lips as I dro...ped my eyes back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I looked up again, my mother had finished eating.“Well, I have things to do. See you later,” she said and got up. As she walked past me she reached out and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go through me.I was incredibly excited all day. My cock. I edged into the bathroom to look for my old straight razor so I could end my misery. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d sank that low again. I peeked ’round the corner to who it was but the sun was making her hair all rosy. Wait, her hair was red. It was the freckled-faced red haired filly that danced like a dream. How the hell had she wound up in my bed? I couldn’t figure it out so I started shaving and then jumped in the shower. I don’t know why, I guess it was relief that it was the same. She's only about 5' tall and weighs less than 100 pounds. She's a tight little package with b-cup tits and beautiful long blonde hair. Her blue eyes compliment her smile and she gives off a classic "I like to fuck look" but somehow is very prudish. She gets uncomfortable quickly when even basic sexual subjects are brought up.Jan's hubby, Vance, is a bit older than her and has a strong libido and much sexual experience. He's 5'6" with an athletic build, tan skin, dark hair and eyes. He's a. It was a beautiful sight. Her youthful tits were firm. The nipples were pointing towards the ceiling. Her choot had slight growth of hair on it and the lips were tightly pressed together.She was fast asleep. The day long wandering in the forest, the rain, the hot milk and brandy, the rich food and the sense of security had taken their toll.I had no desire to wake her but to take her as she lay in slumber. I spread her legs and bent them forward towards her breasts and placed my raging erection.