Very next day she went for shopping, got a razor and blade, did her first pussy shave. I suggested her to use father’s shaving cream. After 2 days s...e was telling something is poking there, all that was quite enjoying. Another day we explained all about kamasutra, she was quite happy to know all that. One day I asked her have you ever seen a blue film? She said NO, she thought of, even some of her friends have seen it, but she didn’t. I asked you want to see some good sex videos, as porn movies. The maturity lent a measure of smoldering sexuality to her face that was not attainable for most teens or twentysomethings. She also had a generous bust that filled out her blouse very well, even if she did need an industrial-strength bra to keep from sagging.“Holy shit, dude, I think that’s Nadine’s mom!” Matt whisper-shouted, looking hurriedly away to hide his face. Jareth covered his, too, even though he hadn’t fully understood.“Who?” asked Jareth.“You know, Nadine. The girl from AP. ”“That’s true,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her ass cheek. “But in your Lexus, you could recline the passenger seat and lay back.”“An interesting thought,” she said with a grin. “Maybe I should pack a couple of toys for the ride.”“No need,” Tommy said as he held up a small bag. “I’ve already made a few selections for you.”“You are a clever boy,” she said as he kissed his cheek. “I think that we could take care of a couple of things on this trip that I’ve never done. I’ve never had sex on. I reached out for the tent's zipper but then pulled my hand back. After all that has happened Barbara, I think the last thing you need to do is go in there. I searched the tent, looking for any clue as to what was going on. I am still his mother! Even if, I am an evil disgusting whore of one. My son is hurt and I need to find out what's going on! I reached again for the zipper as I peered in the tent one last time. This time a red object protruding from my son's hand caught my eye. Thank God.