“Oops, sorry.” I quickly embarrassingly said, while he stared at my reveled woman hood. “It’s no drama, anytime, you have a nice body.” He s...id, smirking. “Thanks.” I said still a bit embarrassed as I closed my robe to cover myself. I then walked up to him, but tripped as I attempted to hand him his clip board, and as I did so I released the grip on my bath robe and fell into him and on the ground, outside my apartment. There we were on the ground, me on top of him, just ioutside my open. He looked in my direction, and winked at me " Do you mind If I take a closed look at this pussy? " he asked as he pushed her legs further apart. Damn, the people sitting in the den had a straight shot look into her swelling cunt. Then I remembered, she had fucked all of them. We loved to go home and talk about it while we rolled around our bed for hours. It really gets her juices flowing to tell me about getting someone elses dick buried in her pussy, but most of all she just plain out likes. Then she looked behind her, at the closed door. "What if it was Marge?" she asked finally.I made my eyebrows go up. I was so proud of myself. "Marge wants me to screw her?" I asked.Claire's frown deepened. "You make it sound so dirty!" she said. I didn't find out until later that "screwing" was something dirty people did. Nice people 'made love' as far as Claire was concerned. They might 'fuck', but you could only call it that while you were actually doing it.Like I said, who understands the. Her own body gave a similar reaction to his, and she felt her muscles spasm, and her vagina having a strong burning sensation. It was the best orgasm she felt in years (if not the best orgasm she ever had). Fluids rushed down from deep inside her. Every inch of her body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, she planted a big sloppy wet kiss on her son's mouth for the very first time. It was an i****tuous kiss that made every motherly kiss she had ever given him on the cheek or forehead.