I may never know she is 60 now and so one day I ask her if bobby was the only one she screwed and a yes are no answer is all I wanted. She walked off ...o bathroom and again asks her and she turned around in a very loud and angry voice and said yes. I told her I got an email form a gut who said they had a relationship and she looked off thinking I could tell and then answered no. I left it alone and went about my business but later that night she never mention what I ask nor was she mad but. Her skin was flawless, tanned, nary a birthmark anywhere. Her finger and toenails were painted pink, of course. He'd seen those before. Oh, he could stare at her all day.Is that wrong? His dick stood to attention. He stroked himself, admiring her beauty.She twitched, shifted position and he jumped. Looking around guiltily, he slowly slipped off the bed.Shower! Can jerk off all I want in there.The creak and splash of the shower starting, followed by the door clicking closed and locking roused. Her body open to the world. Slowly, deliberately she trailed her hands down her body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples a dark dusky pink matching some of the flowers. Her fingers rolling, pinching, tugging her peaks. Something powerful was driving her. She was biting her lip, her face a picture, that if captured would move any man, or woman. Having led herself so far, her magical fingers danced down her tummy. Her legs parted, her own trimmed bush, equalling the best topiary within the garden.. The pink thong turned me on so much I teased my slave, with topics such as what I am going to do to myself throughout the day, what I'm preparing for tonight and what’s in store for that sissy ass. Leaving my sissy with those thoughts will 100% drive that mind wild. When my slave left for work this morning, I couldn't help but head straight to the bedroom and strip my clothes off, the heat was already too much and I was sweating, but it set a nice mood for what I was about to do. I applied my.