“Yes I am,” I replied. “This is great coffee. What brand is it?” I said. She told me. It was the exact same brand I used. She got up, went and...got the container and I was mildly surprised. I asked how she got it to taste like some imported superior brand. She told me what she did. I don’t remember anymore but that isn’t important. I stayed and talked for almost two hours, looked at her chest more then enough times, and she knew that too. She invited me back, the following day, which was my 40th. ..***"Just what do you think you're doing, Jackie!" They, the, they were on the floor..." Jack's face flushed crimson."I'm sure your mother would just loooove to hear about this. Wouldn'tshe, Jackie? Wouldn't she love to hear about her panty boy son pervingout at her best friend's house?" No, no. It's not like that," was Jack's weak protest."Oh, I know it's exactly what it's like, Jackie. Now give me thosepanties." Mrs. Carter snatched the gold bikini from Jack's hand beforehe had a chance to. . How do we do?" Well I could... We could start with me sitting by your side when you take your bath. That wouldn't be to bad, would it?" No, I think that would be nice. How... How would you... You know..." Oh, I could be clothed or only have my boxers on or..." I didn't dare to propose to me being nude."Yes. Boxers would be nice."We spent a rather nice evening and soon it was time for mom to get ready for bed."I - I think it's time for my bath now," she almost whispered as she stood."OK," I. It felt good. Not orgasmic good, not electric, but more sustainable. She could feel this way all night.But Yume’s tongue parted her labia, sinking deep into her vagina. This too was wonderful. Then her tongue slipped up, coming up underneath her clit and licking it from below.“Mmmm, God!” Fireworks! Dee exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. She shook with multiple convulsions, and tried to push Yume’s head away, for the feeling was too intense, too pleasurable to be endured, but Yume.