Occasionally she would slip her bare foot out of her flip flops and run her toes across my ankle and foot. Afterwards, we sat in the lounge with the p...tio doors open. We were sitting in armchairs, next to one another and Rachel put her legs across my lap. "Would you mind massaging my feet, Pete?” she asked, “they ache a bit.”Slowly, I started to rub her feet. They were incredibly soft and my erection was almost instantaneous. Starting at her heels, I rubbed to her arches - and worked them for a. Dan laid himself over her knees with his upper body supported on the bed. As he wriggled his ass into the best position for his wife to spank it, his cock rubbed against her naked thighs and he thought how ridiculous for a grown man to be doing this. His pulse pounded as he waited for his the onslaught to start."Last chance to pull out, Dan," she teased."Just do it, Sarah!" Well if that's the way you want it..."Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!She started off slowly, alternating left and right. During all this time he never met her mother until she invited him over for a Sunday dinner. Rachel was a slimmer version of Lucy, about the same level of beauty and with a similar bosom. She was a sparkling conversationalist though and he really enjoyed her excellent cooking, it now being obvious where Lucy had learned her skills. Rachel expressed her gratitude at his friendship with her daughter. She had seen a world of difference in how she was functioning here and her overall level of. "Which type are you, mom? Do you freak out when someone touches her hair, or do you like it pulled, like a scalp massage?" Ouch, Michael....be a little more gentle." Her head fell forward then as I tightened my grip. My left hand joined my right, and together began to gently tighten her red tresses very tight."I'll be gentle mom, but tell me, do you like the way that feels?" I asked, feeling the Mezcal and Cocaine surging through my mind. Her hair felt like ropes of silk in my hands. Fuck. I.