Whatever it was for now I was a bit relaxed and still engulfed in the memories of tasting her the night before which obviously any guy wouldn’t want...to be the last time. The day passed by and the whole morning I was reading, and didi prepared us lunch and after having it we sat on to watch TV again for a while. After about half an hour my didi looked at me and said, “Ohoo… why should these channels bug us so much?”I looked back at her with a smile, “Of course didi, I was tolerating this just. “Your tits are so pretty,” he said in explanation. “I love to touch them more than any other girl’s.”“Less talking, more kissing,” she said. There was less of the first and more of the latter, then. Finally, she had been tweaked and teased all she could stand. She rose from the couch and slid out of her jeans. He could see little wisps of curly black hair at the edges of her little pink panties. She had been so tiny that he had worried that just maybe she wouldn’t have any hair. “Can we go to. I made a dollar and a quarter an hour at the store and only worked about 14 hours a week. If you do the math and subtract taxes, you'll see that it didn't leave a lot of cash. Whenever we used my car for things, the guys chipped in a buck or so each and we made it where we were going -- most of the time. But enough of this crap. Sorry, I get sidetracked a lot.The afternoon was nice and warm without being hot. The sky was clear and I was heading for what I hoped would be a life-changing evening.. Donald! she admonished me what are you doing? I stuttered and stammered something about wondering where a girl pees from.I thought Mom was going to kill me.Instead she got kind of serious and asked how long had I had these questions.Long time I said.After a few moments Mom was still sitting on the toilet pants and panties down.Turn around and face me now.I complied My face was just short of 12 inches from my moms hairy pussy.I could smell the pee literally.What else have you been thinking about.