. we started eating dinner and his mother started chatting about college and things.. the regular stuff..5 or so minutes passed and then I felt someth...ng on my leg.. something moving up and down my leg.. it was a foot! a very soft foot!I looked at Tim's mother in shock.. she looked perfectly normal.. Just a normal woman eating dinner with her son and his friend.. but under the table, she as playing footsie with me! I didn't know what to do.. her feet felt great.. and just the idea of this sexy. Leaning forward, she whispered again: Besides, when you suggested it, I was so turned on I could hardly think straight. I don't know why, but something snapped inside of me at that moment. Yes, and I snapped inside of you later. She blushed again.When we got to the car, on impulse I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. In seconds we were all over each other. I began to massage her breasts and shortly her blouse had rings of milk forming on them I've soaked through the pads, she said. You'll. You move your hands on my hips and undue the belt around my waist and undue my button and zipper. You pull my pants down and I step out of them. Your hand went to the bulge that was arising under my underwear. I pull you close and undue the bra straps and throw it onto the floor. I then suck on those delicious breasts of yours and suck on the hardening nipples. You start to moan as I gently suck on those nipples. I then lean away and pull my underwear off and throw it to the floor. I move down. It was quite inviting, she thought, as she positioned her legs as before, blushing as she realized how wide that spread her thighs, and how open her sex was to view. Placing her hands as before, she sighed with relief, realizing that her hands and lower arms blocked the most direct, blatant view. It’s not that she was opposed to showing off, hell, she kinda wished Mr Jackson was there, seeing all of this, it was just so, clinical? Something. Still, as she again relaxed into the pose, she could.