Her wetness was obvious as the front of her panties looked like wet cigarette papers. Before I could even think of poking my finger into her wet pussy... she jerked with erotic pleasure, her knees squeezing together and her quivering body relaxed as her wave of passion took center stage.The lights of the store would have given anyone a good look at two people in the after throes of erotic pleasure. My pants were still unzipped, my limp noodle, out for the world to see. Her shorts were pulled down. What's the problem?" Kevin didn't know. They're complaining about bugs." I could complain about not getting a kiss." And that ended the conversation.In the morning, I phoned Canberra and told Janice my plan. Then I called Monkey Mia and asked for the name on the telegram and told the bloke who I was, that I'd be flying in on Friday, and that the room "my girl" had called about should be for two or four nights."Two or four?" In case there really is a problem." Very well. We'll see you on. I naturally accepted the invitation.I was somewhat of a stranger to Mrs. Blunt. I had met her more than once and admired her radiant beauty, but no more. Now that there was more than a possibility that she might have to submit herself to me, I studied her closely.She was more voluptuously made than I had fancied and was a simply glorious specimen of a woman, but she was something of a doll, rather shallow and weak-willed, and I saw with satisfaction that I would not have much trouble in. I felt so unclean - to get excited in the presence of my own mother. And I had seen her eyes - she knew it was because of her!With only one more day before the dance, I gave in to mother as she had pushed aside the coffee table and chairs to give us a dance floor.Strangely, I had thought I detected a hidden excitement to my parent even as she asked me for another dance lesson.Again I retreated, pulling just my hips away from mother's body so that I was bent in half comically, desperation must.