”We dried off from the shower and she got her towels and I ate her pussy again and she squirted again. There was just as much cum as before. All ove... the place. Francis could squirt a gallon per- second.I digress as this is supposed to be about Dolly.Like I said before I was working swing shift. I drove my pick-up to work and had to park it on the public street. One night at the end of my shift I approached my pick-up. I had not noticed someone standing nearby they were obscure do to it being. After 5 or 6 strong spasms I relax my hand and my pulls back gasping for air, me almost crashing back down to earth as my body collapses and relaxes... holy cow what a feeling. Mom still catching her breath kisses the tip of my cock, kisses her way up my stomach, my chest and then, yes, my mouth... a deep passionate kiss with my tongue exploring... I can taste myself... the perfect ending to the perfect wakeup call. Mom reaches down and continues to play with me as I soften... tingles, makes me. There were some gossips about here and I just knew they weren't all a lie. It was said she had multiple affairs and loved younger guys. When at home, she did het gardening in clothes that some women didn't even dare to ware inside the house. Always a thong, very small tops etc. she was just a very sensual person.Because she was my neighbour I could see her sometimes doing her garden and those were always happy times for me. I loved jerking off while staring at her and watching her bend over to. “Ok, that’s that, great Vicky, you did really well, come and have a look, then we can move on to the next set.”He plugged his camera into his computer, and showed me the photos. I didn’t like looking at photo’s of myself in normal situations, and this wasn’t normal. He gave me a few pointers, do this, don’t do that. Point my toes, “always point your toes Vicky luv.”I dressed for the second set, no dress this time, just undies. Paul choose them. Black and sheer, complete with suspender belt, and.