Mom walked over to the messy bed, turned and, looking at me in my eyes, dropped her sweat pants. Jesus, her pussy was gorgeous. Full, shiny, dark pubi... hair gave me only hints of her labia, but I thought I could see inner lips nestled between the outer. Mom pulled her T-shirt off and lay back on my bed. Smiling, she parted her legs only an inch or two at the ankles.The movement shocked me out of that funny frozen state you feel when you watch something that's just too unbelievable, too good to. This was complicated. Bill picked me up in his 1970 Ford Mustang. The body was a work inprogress, but it ran really well. "You look nice," he said as we drove to the game. "Thanks," I replied. "You know, I always liked you; I didn't think that you ever noticed me,"he said. Bill and I had gone to the same elementary school and also the samejunior high; we even had been in a few classes together over the years.While we hadn't run in the same social groups, we did overlap at times.My new memories. That wasn’t a problem at all as the weather, the activities, and people were great! I was naked most of the time and it felt great after all the cold weather at home.As for sex… well, I’d like to say things were great but it was like any swingers party. We did play with a Brazilian couple who were so beautiful but didn’t speak English at all. I don't think she was a fan of my guy as her man was definitely a stud. He got me off twice but she really was a beauty and got me off much harder. . An act of closure. Completing the cycle, or the end of one chapter, with the possibility of quickly beginning another. Making love was going to be totally different from now on. I was open to possibilities heretofore unimagined. Possibilities that only intrigued, no longer seen as something to be distained. Making love was going to be an exploration of the mind. After all, what is my largest sex organ. According to my husband, my brain, if I let it be. And I am ready. Will he be? This was the.