”“Go pussy to mouth again you fucking dirty slut.” After doing as commanded, Bridget went reverse cowgirl facing the mirror. Now she could see t...e action, despite that she was facing away from the adjoining room.“Fuck yeah. That’s it. I love watching you fuck my cunt. I love watching your cock go in and out of my twat. I love seeing that fucking dick fuck my dirty pussy. Keep fucking my nasty pussy. I’m getting ready to cum. Make my pussy cum. Make my fucking pussy fucking cum. My fucking pussy. “Hi Mike. My name’s Jeanine.” As we shook hands, I held her hand for just an extra second or two, just to let her know that I was interested. We talked as we moved around the tables and filled our plates with food. I mentioned the car. She told me that she had always wanted a Porsche and that her husband had bought it in Vermont. I put my hand on the small of her back and held it there as she bent over the table to reach for some bread. She turned and gave me a warm smile. It was difficult. She was floating calmly as I jumped in and made a splash, getting her wetter then before. She splashed me as I attempted to swim over towards her. She stopped splashing and jumped towards me, pushing me underwater. She followed underwater and lifted my chin up, and surprisingly kissed me. I was in heaven, what felt like minutes was seconds as we headed above water and hugged tighter than ever as we made out. I was slowly bringing my left hand up her chest and my right hand down her back as she. I'd hate to sell it to some punk who's just going to getdrunk and beat on it."She pointed the way the other customer had gone. "Like him. I'm selling allof my son's stuff, and to me, it seems like I'm selling him too.Memories are funny things. They have a way of attaching themselves to objects.I find it hard to give up the memories, But ashes to ashes as I say" And dust to dust." Mike completed for her. He felt uncomfortable hearingabout a mother selling her sons things. "How much?" Mike.