Chalmers that I'd been expecting, it was a small, plump 40-something woman."Oh excuse me, Mr. James," she said in a familiar voice. "I know I shouldn'... have dropped in unexpectedly." Not at all ... Mrs. Ibarra?" I ended in a question, though I had little doubt of her identity."Please, its Edwina," she reminded me."Of course, please come in!" I stepped aside and waived her in. "I was expecting the technician for the internet company to be coming by. When the doorbell rang, I thought you were. . "I'm sorry, but we're out of cards." The Old Man said, and Marshal nodded disappointed, missing the twinkle in the Old Man's eyes. "But feel free to look around" The Old Man added pleasantly, then just as Marshal was going to start looking again, the Old Man continued "I think that I just might have something else for you though." Stopping where he was, Marshal turned back towards the Old Man, asking "Really?" wondering just what the Old Man was talking about. Chuckling slightly, the. “Mm, that feels so good, Mom.”“I bet it does, you have a light sunburn, just so you know.”Laura stepped away from her mother, picked up the bottle and poured a generous amount of cream into her palm that she then began to spread over her arms, chest and breasts. Erica looked away, but in the reflection, from the large floor to ceiling mirror, she slowly was turned on by what she saw. Laura put a foot on a chair to reach her leg better, and that let Erica get a glimpse of her soft-looking. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right.