“What do you mean?” She asked.“Mum you spend all your time here at home, you should go out and enjoy yourself.” Once again Charles surprised h...r.“I just don’t feel the need to go out since your Father…. Passed from us.” She couldn’t help pause during the sentence.“But Mum you work yourself too hard here at home, you need time to enjoy yourself that doesn’t include falling asleep watching the soaps, tell you what, it’s Friday and I’ll cook us a nice dinner while you go get ready and spend the. We were about the same height. Franca was wearing a black cotton party dress that was very high in front but showed off her back, where I could see the top of a line of Chinese characters that followed her spine downward into her dress. She had beautiful bare legs and very high heels, and her medium-sized breasts jiggled against the fabric, with the nipples clearly discernible. She asked me what I was doing in Italy. We talked. She had been a student but now worked in an office. She touched my. As I gently kissed her lips and lightly caressed her back, I felt her mother renew her oral assault on my cock. I continued slowly, keeping my kisses light and gentle and my caresses more comforting than sexual until I felt her begin to respond. Soon she was returning my kisses, and, to my surprise, she was the first to tentatively run her tongue along my lips.Moments later, we were kissing passionately, our tongues dueling wantonly. I began to extend my caresses to her firm little ass: I could. She blinked and the look was gone, she was turning away from me, falling off the couch and reaching for her bra. I sat up and grabbed her wrist, “Where are you going?” Her eyes met mine and she smiled, “I need to clean up, Tristan.” Her lips formed my name in a heavenly way. She looked me over and shot me a grin, “So should you.” I looked down. My jeans were still unbuttoned, leaving my goods entirely on display. I tucked myself back in and zipped up, reaching for her again as she started to.