“Hello Jack,” she said in a slightly seductive sounding voice. “I was just getting ready for my swim. I’m glad you came.” She led me through...the box filled house while I tried not to stare at her tight ass. We went out the sliding glass door in the back to a large backyard. A pool dominated the majority of it, but there were also two reclining pool chairs and an umbrella table with its own set off chairs.“I still need to change into my suit,” I said, setting my towel down on a reclining chair.. It felt very arousing as my Mother continued to let her tongue explore. I let my tongue move forward and they met. It felt as if a charge of high voltage electricity went through me and my body hairs stood up, not to mention my cock. She placed her arm under my head and drew me closer to her. Our tongues now entwined, feverishly darting from one mouth to the other. Her hand slipping under the sheet and encircling my stiff shaft, letting out a murmur, mmmmmmm.She stopped kissing me. "How's my. ”“Of course. Hal, I think it’s your turn.”“I beg your pardon?” Coming from BJ, that phrase had made both my heart and my libido surge!She merely smiled knowingly and nodded toward the pharmacy counter.Sure enough, the window was vacant and I was next in line. Feeling foolish, I stepped forward, hopeful as always that the pharmacist would not enter into a long, loud discussion about ED medications; this time, with BJ standing right there, I had an added incentive to keep my embarrassing “old. "Gianni Schicchi," she said. "By Rimini." That's Puccini," Christine said."Whatever," Holly answered. "Anyway, it was really funny."Christine continued, "So, we trade off going with Jack. He also has seasons with ACT. By the way, they'll all be hitting you up for donations. Jack was pretty good to them. And you'll need 'proper' clothes for the opera." Oh no. I don't want a monkey suit," I said."Don't whine. It's unbecoming," Christine scolded.I almost said, 'Yes, Mom.'"In fact, today is a.