If a stripper could generate half the sexual energy Ruth could hanging up clothes, she'd be booked solid. The fellas never figured out why I always ha... to piss when the show got going, but at least I never went back to work with a boner.Now, I was dating her sixteen-year old daughter, Beth. We'd go out to the movies or I would be around to take her to school-so Ruth knew I existed. I was always polite and treated their daughter well and was pretty sure I would marry her some day. Beth was. This story may be distributedso long as no charge is made and the text remainsunaltered. For any other use [email protected] welcome, let me know if you want more!======================================================= Mff+, bd, ws, scat, fairytale It contains material that some people may find offensive. This work is a piece of fiction. The author does not condone any of the actions herein.======================================================= . Anyway I was a bot nervous as she jumped in the pool, because I was shy and inexperienced.My first thought was I wonder if shes english, she looked it, but i wasnt sure, she started swimming up and down the pool, going under and then popping up, she was a good swimmer. ANyway I plucked up the courage to wait until she swam to my end and popped up again, and then just said hello.To my relief she replied hello in a scottish accent, then we got chatting, she had the same idea as me to come down. I lifted my head and place my mouth on hers, another gasp as my tongue forced its way inside. I now had one little tittie in each hand, stroking and pinching and twisting. I broke the kiss and replaced my mouth on one of her nipples, I could smell her pussy juice as it oozed from between her legs. I moved my hand to the inner part of the top of her legs not far from her streaming pussy, and mop us some of the juice with my fingers, I then smear the juice on one of her little titties and then.