As I moved about the house I tried to locate the source of the noise and I was finally led into a room and stopped dead. Mother was home.She was lying...back on her bed with her eyes closed. She was completely nude with her one finger in her pussy and she was pressing the nipple of one of her boobs. She suddenly started squirting out milky and creamy love juices from her pussy and increased her moaning and breathing. I could see her huge boobs bouncing right in front of my eyes. I wanted to drink. Similar to earlier in the week she started to get wet and then surprised me by turning around to change the direction she was laying, pushed down her bikini bottoms and lay with her legs wide open. In a few strokes I could feel she was very relaxed, I had three fingers inside her and I could hear slurping because she was so wet. Shortly after she had an orgasm and she pushed my hand into her. Jean pulled up her bikini bottoms and spent a short time recovering before we moved to the front of. "Please make it an easy one, it's being a very long day." This is a mess!" said the younger woman, gesturing broadly to clearly include the entire operation.Meiersdottir gave her a tired smile. "I know, dear," she said. "Is that what you wanted to say to me?" No, ma'am, or it is but only part of it. You can't do this, not alone. But I can if you'll let me help."For a moment Meiersdottir simply stared at her. The link rang again, signaling yet another call. She flipped a hand. "All right, dear,. I sat in the last row of the mini-van. I wasn’t thrilled that we had to go with them. Rebecca and I were friendly, but didn’t really hang out with the same kids in school. We were both eighteen and going into our senior year of high school.We drove a few miles and stopped in front of the Cohen’s house. My father rang the bell and helped them with their bags. Mrs. Cohen sat in the row behind my parents and Rebecca joined me in the last row of the vehicle.“Hi, Marcia! How are you doing? You look.