This was what he had been waiting for. His soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the warm scent of sex emanating now so st...ongly from beneath Jan's flimsy miniskirt and panties."Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom, her loins fairly boiling with desire. Come on, baby, that's mama's darling... come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a nice thing Jam has. She taught my mom almost everything about eating out a girl or the proper usage of toys. When Christine broke up, mom wasnt that sweet little girl anymore. From that point on started to date both, male and female until she met dad. But although she married dad she sometimes thought naughty things about girls and women she saw. While mom told me this story I once again got horny. My pussy started to moisture and soon I was dripping wet. Because of the fact that I did not wear any panties the. She was gently nibbling on her bottom lip practically begging me to come closer. I took her glass fom her hand and placed it on the floor. As i bent over she started caressing my tattoo on my lower back with her soft finger tips. i ran my hand slowly across her denim covered thighs. she started to kiss my neck running her tongue up and down firmly. i started to unbutton her jeans exposing her white lace thong. i could feel my insides churning wanting her more and more with every second. i. Not that Marsha’s ‘friends’ were capable of telling the difference. They were stereotypical SoCal reality show fodder. Marsha wasn’t the only one on the ‘music’ or PR business, and they all had the sunglasses and air kissing down to a ‘T’.Mid- to late-twenties and they hadn’t grown up, still living only for the moment. Being broke before payday, every payday. They truly epitomized ‘style over substance’ and spending time in their company only clarified my instinctive feeling that Marsha and I.