He edged himself forward a couple of inches, considering if now was the time he called it quits and dashed for the exit, but a masochistic sense of de...ermination held him there, as Rob and Samantha pulled off her shirt. His mother tossed aside the garment, wearing just a bra and skirt that was scrunched up by her waist, as Rob untucked his own shirt and undid his fly.Just then his mum, legs still wrapped around Rob, turned her torso enough so she could just about face the audience and spoke as. The bowl clattered on a side table and Rory slipped under the sheet.“Now, where were we?” she asked, moving into my side.I pulled one arm out from under my head and, placing it around her shoulder, pulled her close. Rory’s knee slipped over my leg.“I have a sneaking suspicion that, when we become lovers, morning sex will be out of the question. It’s a shame. Morning sex can be the best way to start a day.”Rory’s hand stroked down my stomach. “It’s still morning.” She kissed my jaw. “You’re. I immediately noticed his southern US accent. It appeared like he had not been there long, because his skin still only had light hue of pink. Looking at his torso, back, legs and arms, they seemed pretty nice. He didn’t look ripped, massive or lanky; his body was fit and well-proportioned. I could see he had a spray bottle of Banana Boat 75 next to him, but it seemed like he already had it well spread on his back. That was unfortunate since I could have offered myself to help him spread it. I was glad I was active and exercised regularly. Yes, my big breasts did hang lower than in my youth, and my tummy was gently rounded instead of flat; but I still felt good. Hell, I looked good. I’ve been blessed with good skin, and although I’d no doubt be considered about fifteen to twenty pounds overweight by a body fascist, I was happy with my shape. Above my full hips my sides did curve in to make a long shallow ‘C’ shape up to under my arms, and I have always been proud of my quite long,.