Nothing.” “What’s a milf?” “It’s nothing... just... it means you’re pretty. “ ”Aww... that’s sweet. I’m gonna tell my son you to...d me I’m a milf.” “No!” I exclaimed. “Oh, come on. You flirt with me all the time when he’s around. It won’t hurt him to know you think I’m pretty.” “I know... but...” There was silence. “Does it really mean I’m pretty? Or does it mean something else?” “Kinda.... I dunno.” “I see.” Suzanne said. “Well. You ain’t going home until you tell me what milf means.” I racked. I need to go take a shower; baseball practice was a bitch and I stink." "No, shit! I can smell you over here." Bitch!" he said with a grin on his face, as he walked away leaving his bat leaning against the wall. I took another long drink of my orange juice as I leaned against the counter and tried to decide what to do next. Mom's house still had no air conditioning and the hot July weather caused the house to be hot as a sauna. I could feel my long brunette hair sticking to my shoulders. My. That gave me good access to both my clit and my dripping wet pussy, so I started to stroke the first and tease the other.I began to dip my fingers into my pussy... first, just one a little bit inside, but then two, and deeper. Combined with the clit stroking, that felt soooooo good. I added a third finger for good measure and as I slipped them deep inside, the width near the base of my fingers gave the edge of my pussy a really nice little stretch. That inspired me to go for a little sideways. Mera muh meri fiance ki choot par tha aur uske muh mere lund ko choos raha tha….Ye dekhkar meri saali ekdum sannn reh gayi aur wahan se bhaag gayi….Aur apne kamre mein chali gayi. Meri fiance bhi jaldi se kapde badal kar uske paas sone chali gayi… Usne kisi tarah apni behen ko samjha bujha kar mana liya tha kisi se kucch nahi kehne ke liye.. Aur waise bhi hamari shaadi to hone hi wali hi thi to koi badi complication nahi thi…. Lekin is ghatna ke baad se main thoda embarass ho gaya tha aur jab.