He was the perfect person to choose her wardrobe since he wanted to show her off so badly.Leslie was wearing short shorts and a thin tank top with spa...hetti straps. And the most important item was what she did not wear, which was a bra. Her amazing tits were on display for us underneath that thin cotton top. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers in the air-conditioned clubhouse.We had time to kill before our round of golf, so we went to the bar and ordered beer all around. We made small. Reese is a prominent attorney in our area. She was telling my mother how difficult it was for her to keep up with her house and was unable to keep it as clean as she likes. She jokingly told my mother that she would pay, just about anything, to have someone to clean for her.Impulsively I found myself answering, “I would clean for you, Mrs. Reese.”She looked at me, smiled and asked, ”You would? Are you sure Kathleen? I would need someone to do it on a regular basis and I wouldn’t want it to. ” She rolled over on the bed, with her legs spread wide, and lay on her back, holding out her arms for Steve to lie on her. For the first time in my life, I saw my mother’s pussy, just for a brief moment, the inner lips swollen and glistening with fluids, and the dark patch of pubic hair matted with the come that had leaked from her when Steve withdrew his cock. Steve lay down on top of my mother, taking the weight on his elbows, and they kissed, deeply, holding the kiss for a moment, as my. Seeing each other, right?" No, they're having hot sex in Dave's room, Mom," Peter mused as hewalked into the kitchen."Har dee har har," David shot back. "Still can't get that perfume scentout of your room?" Haven't had a chance to get any cleaner," Peter began gathering up whathe needed for his own breakfast. "Figure I can head down toGourmandizer's when they open up and see if I can find some." Don't forget your therapy appointment, dear," Mildred reminded.Peter nodded as he started laying.