Her breasts were lovely, perky handfuls, and her crotch, bless her, was clean shaven aside from a small, close-trimmed strip. To his relief, Trent fou...d under these circumstances he could appreciate her body in the context of her as a whole rather than as an extension of her sexual being. He was able to control himself."Don't recall, sorry," he said, taking the opportunity to begin stretching himself out. "Probably something with tofu."She laughed softly at him. "One of these day's I'll be able. When we got there she laid on her back with her legs up & opened. I had to eat that pussy. O my god, she tasted so fucking good. She was so wet I had to get a towel to dry my face off. I gave her a kiss & told her if she liked the taste of her own pussy. She just smiled & nodded saiding "put your dick in me. Fuck me because my husband wont. Make me feel like my daughter does." Man. I started pounding that wet mature cunt. I was getting so turned on knowing that I was fuckinng my wifes mother in. Isat there hearing Allison go on and on (thank god she was a talker) abouther classes, and how this girl had said this thing to that person, andalthough I appeared to be listening, James didn't make any effort to playlike he cared. His attention was on me.The waitress came back and we ordered more drinks and as we were orderingour meal, James decided that he would see how far his hand could go beforeI stopped him. The problem was that he did so while I was ordering. I felthis hand touch my. What a putz I was back then, too self involved to notice those around me. Most teenagers have this affliction though, so I won't beat myself up too much.But back to that morning. I was doing some work to our trailer, attempting to weld it in the garage. I was kneeling on the floor when I saw a car pull in the driveway. Soon two women were getting out. I had already been told of their impending arrival and the fact I was in the garage in my work clothes showed just how much I cared about that..