He didn't know how to describeit. They just somehow felt softer and silkier inside his sneakers. Withhis eyes popping wide, he nearly gasped as he eve... felt them--thissofter, silkier material--slowly but surely climb up his hairy legs likea soft, silky snake, these illogical movements only concealed by his bluedenim jeans. Curiosity and panic tempted him to raise his pant legs tosee what the heck his socks were doing under there but he tried to keephis composure. Maybe his legs were just going. The problem was that all I could think about was my rude and horny mother every minute of the day; her full curvy figure, her welcoming soft breasts, her long shapely legs and the tender way she had stroked my cock that evening to make me come. I was even trying to imagine what her cunt looked like; hairy or shaved. I was starting to lust for more and I couldn't seem to avoid it.I spent two weeks trying to wank it out of my system with no success. In the third week I met up with an. I could tell she really appreciated it to. Sarah had been here for almost 2 months, she would masturbate in her room on a regular basis. Jen and Sarah would take showers together, laughing and giggling like they were sisters. I got so I hard every time she came into the room; I decided to finally make a move one night. I knew about what time she liked to masturbate, so I went to room about a half hour early. She was sitting on her bed in her night time clothes. I sat down beside her; she just. We jumped into our respective bathing suits, grabbed towels, and headed to the elevator.Lara was wrapped up in a thick terry towel, so I didn't see much of her below the shoulders and above the knees. Once we got to the hot tub, down and away went the towel. She looked as I suspected she did: slim, smooth and busty! I complimented her on her appearance. She said nothing, but flashed a big toothy smile my way.We immersed into the 104 degree water, with jets blasting. We talked a bit, but mostly.