She was wearing her flowered summer dress and her hair had been tied up into a practical ponytail with a blue ribbon so it wouldn't get in the way dur...ng cooking and farm tasks.Grandma's apple pie was famous, so she agreed with mom. "That's a great idea, Sandy. They are getting ripe and will make for a nice pie," she said and smiled warmly, so me and mom left for a walk after dinner."Don't we need something to put the apples in?" I wondered as we were on the way, but mom reminded me that. ‘Miss Driscoll up to her old tricks again’, she thought, rolling her eyes with a smirk as she kissed her son goodbye for the second time before returning to her car and driving into the distance.John had never experienced a mouth like it. Soft, warm and with just the right amount of wetness. He looked down, the blonde tips of her hair fell over his legs, her face obscured completely. All he could feel was the sensation. Her tongue wrapped itself around his cock, he grabbed the arm rest in the. Lounging around the house. Planning menus and getting the groceries. Simply meshing their lives together.He smiled. Meshing. It wasn't the most romantic word in the dictionary, but it was certainly the most apt. And somehow it seemed effortless this time.This time. He shook his head. It felt like it had always been "this time." He had to work to recall memories of Claire, even though it hadn't even been two years since their divorce. Maybe it was just that he already had so many more happy. I touched her moist pubic hair lightly, then opened up her willing lips with the tips of my fingers. She gasped as I touched her enlarged clit which was hard and aching to be stroked. My fingers circled her hot box and then found their way inside of her. I finger fucked her as her breath quickened and her hips slowly rotated. She unbuttoned my blouse, leaned over and started sucking on my erect nipples which sent electrical charges between my legs. I spread my legs willingly as her hand .