She was shouting at me, like she was apologizing for what her son was about to see. Thankfully the guy didn't give to much attention and continue to u...dress his pants.But she repeated "I'm sorry, honey. My god, I'm so sorry" Who are you talking with? Is with your deceased husband? Or many your dear son" He seemed to know a lot about my family, although he didn't suspect I was actually inside the house. Maybe he sought my mom was taking care of this blackmail business by her own. How I hoped she. She firmly held his head in place as he began licking every inch of her pussy making sure to linger by her clit as he had noticed it was a place of interest for porn stars. As if in autopilot he continued licking past the small boundary and found himself licking her pale glistening ass cheeks that looked like perfectly moulded glass but were as soft as silk. At one point he had to lift his head and look at Molly’s face just to double check that indeed this goddess body did belong to his. I knew that the guest bathroom was at the other end of the hall from Tamara's bedroom and this gave me an idea. I postponed my resignation and began to plan. It wasn't much of a plan but it was simple. I would slip a roofie into Tamara's drink and wait for her to retire to her bedroom. Once she was out cold, I would pretend to use the guest bathroom and hopefully have a few minutes alone with her. There would be enough people at the party that I wouldn't be missed and if I worked fast I could. Show you some places that aren't on tourist maps." Really? You're not some psycho, are you?" Those green eyes twinkled with the laughter in her voice. Her impish smile was entrancing."You'll never know unless you accept my offer," I countered.I took another spoonful of ice cream."That's an odd colour for ice cream. What flavour is it?" Cherry Garcia." I'm more of a strawberry girl." You seem more adventurous. Do you want to try it?" I don't know. Is it nice?" Well, a) it's about the best.