00 yet.12.00 passes and I still sit just to prolong it for her and tease her a little as she teased me earlier, then say, “shall we go – there’s...something we need to do!” she jumps up and I note how her tits bounce again, as do several guys close by, we walk to the car to grab the bags then go and check in, trying not to look to smug as we do. Up in the room as soon as we’re through the door the bags are dropped and we embrace and kiss deeply, hard and hot, hands roaming over each other’s body.. ’ she whispered. And after she spoke, I saw the palms of her hands propel her from the wall she had been leaning against. Splinters of light shone in from the window opposite where Mom stood, illuminating her like daggers of light across her body. At first, I thought it was a trick of the conditions that I was seeing. But then it hit me like a sledgehammer. Mom’s dress was slowly sliding down her body.The top of the material first uncovered her breasts. They had never been too enclosed by. While waiting, she set about his bedroom, removing every stitch of hisclothing, searching everywhere, including his laundry basket for dirtyclothes. By the time she told him to start washing, she'd also takenall his shoes away, hiding everything in the locked cupboard at theback of their garage. She had even taken the monitor for his PC andmade a booking for him at her hairdresser's.He was mystified by the little hair he had, disappearing down the drainof the shower, making his skin more. I started with three guys and had a crew of twenty after only three months, but that was as big as I needed to be to bid any job that didn't require blasting type demolition. We did machine assisted hand jobs. Those twenty brick busters became the crew of losers that kept hanging more and more at my place.The reason, of course, was Wendy. She loved playing hostess to the crew. They were her kind of guys - hard-up, very horny, and couldn't get laid in a two-bit whorehouse if they walked around.