She looked to him to be about ready to head in to the office, perhaps, or she might be waiting for her ride to show up. But then, that didn’t fit, s...nce she was too far from the street to make it likely. The way that she was dressed, she would have fit right in maybe five hours from now at lunch time, but at this time, she just stood out a little. He looked away and then looked again. She had a nice face and slightly short blonde hair. Without meaning to at all, he compared her to Julie and saw. Mom wearing just the same dress shirt and shorts. As we drank and got a good buzz going, mom left to potty and returned with just the shirt on. I was finding hard to not think about sex, about fucking her. I thought that I would put her bed and I could take a cold shower. I escorted mom to her room and told her good night. I started to walk away and then turned to see her taking off the shirt. My god, her naked body looked as good as it did when we were younger. I could not believe it. I stood. She wanted to help Sue understand, somehow, what she had learned as a spirit, feeling other's love and passion. To convey to Sue the complete information which Janelle had acquired, she required the male viewpoint; Janelle might be able to present it to Sue, but it would be better coming from a male -- Cal. And there were parts of the picture which were easier to understand as physical sensations -- the pleasure of sex compared to the joy of love; Janelle wondered how best to get that. He kneels beside me and teases me, oh so gently pulling my panties down. As he returns up my body he grins wickedly and pushes his nose and tongue into my most private part, into the centre of me, and I gasp as a new wave of sensation races through me. He slides further up my body and I open my legs wide to welcome him. He drives his cock deep inside me in one powerful thrust and I buck and arch my back, locking my legs around him. He slides in and out, faster and faster, on and on. I think I.