It's not like I had a smoking fetish or anything, but damn, she made it look good. We smoked. She asked me polite questions and I answered, just chatt...r like smokers do. As I talked, I watched her fingers flicking the butt even when there was no ash. Long, manicured nails, slender fingers. And a ring. A wedding band. I hadn't noticed before. I pulled the leash on my imagination, hard, reeling in the possibilities of the night. She must have seen the look on my face, and she followed my eyes to. It was almost funny, it was like she felt that because she had her pantyhose on that she wasn't naked, and she would walk around the house, and even stand and talk with me in her near nakedness. She was driving me insane, and I spent about half my time trying to hide ragging boners.I got to the place, mentally, where just spunking on her back while she was lying in the sun (she thought it was warn tanning oil) was just not enough. I had been smelling the crotch of her dirty panties, pantyhose,. It went in smoothly as it was wet. A moan came out of my mouth, “Malar Ahhhhhhh”.She took her finger out and took it straight to her mouth and started licking it. This made me very horny and I said to her, “Malar, take off your clothes”.“All of it, mom?”, she asked and I nodded my head.My daughter removed her t-shirt and to my surprise, she was not wearing any bra. I could see my daughter’s erect nipples. I pinched her nipples, she moaned, “Aamma ammmmm ahh”.Then I helped her to remove the. Jessica squealed with joy and jumped up onto the counter into the roasting pan and without having to be told spread her legs like a good meat-girl, Good girl Stacey said as she started to rub up and down Jessicas body feeling the oily seasoned marinade all over her and sticking two finger into her pussy, You even let the marinade soak inside your pussy? Stacey asked as she licked her fingers clean tasting a mix of marinade and Jessicas pussy juice, You really do want me to cook you, dont you?.