She passed the group of guys sitting in the shade in front of the cabin, and was greeted with much-and loud- enthousiasm, most of the guys knew her as...Robert’s mother and had been to her house one time or another.When she passed them,sweating from the heat and carrying a box full of food, she overheard one of them saying :”Look at those babies jiggle!”, and she flushed a bit, she knew he hadn’t been talking about her earrings...She was wearing only a top-no bra, shorts, panties and flip-flops,. Micki, of course, was a whiz in the gym. Her remarkable new body, plus the years of experience she'd gained as Mick Montana, puther far ahead of her training partners in every exercise. Diego, while basically a lazy person, had put in a lot of time developing his body to help him impress the girls. He was a lean, muscular 145 pounds at 5'8" and he couldn't help trying to see if he could match Micki at something, anything. Lupe was the laggard. She'd never been a particularly athletic. Then you kneeled, and all thoughts escaped me as your tongue and fingers explored, probed, my every secret place. Your tongue, so insistent and yet so gentle, finding my every hole, forcing it open, my body relaxing and responding in turn. You sunk your fingers first into my desperate pussy, and then one of those pussy wet fingers found my most secret of secret places, sinking slowly into my asshole, sending electric shocks of pleasure up my spine, until I cried out in need and unspeakable. She groped her own boobs before me, sliding her hand from right tit to left and then back again. She gasped, her hand moving faster and faster. I licked my lips, watching my mother, my orgasm swelling in me.“Two fingers or three?” I asked her.“Three!” she moaned.“Me, too,” I gasped. “I’m going to cum. I’m getting so close. I need this, Mom. I need it.”“Do it, honey!” Her blue eyes squeezed shut. She gasped. “Four fingers now!”“Go, Mom!” I gasped, my pussy clenching on my three. I shuddered, my.