Every few months. No more.’‘But you are back where you were and it’s still good?’‘Yes.’‘So you feel perhaps the time has come to part co...pany with – well, you know, a lot of your friends in the village.’‘Good heavens, no,’ she exclaimed. ‘Cut myself from all that – especially you. Of course not.’‘What then?’‘The last time Billy was here we talked about a lot of things. The situation with her husband isn’t good. Sex is virtually non-existent. But there are no real grounds for divorce. And. It was smooth. Not like silk or anything. It had it's own texture and it felt nice, very nice.I slipped a hand under the back of her bra and brushed away any ants there.Lifted the waistband of her panties and peeked down on the crack of her ass.I almost missed the couple of ants nestled in the crack so preoccupied was I watching this two glowing halves of the top of mother's ass cheeks."Mom. You've got ants in your pants!" I said and as soon as I had said it I realized how stupid it sounded.. They had been blown nearly 300 miles off course but they were considerably farther north than plain sailing would have had them. From their position they had been on the western edge of the hurricane.Now that they knew where they were it was back to the old grind ... watch on ... watch off ... watch the compass ... check the sails for tears. If the seam was more convenient to sew on the hand crank Singer a sail change was made.It was impossible to repair the anemometer. Even if they had had. I have jerked off before but nothing felt as good as this. She than started at the base of my cock and slid her tongue all the way to the tip. When she got there she just put my head inside her mouth and flicked her tongue over it and it took all of my willpower not to cum right there. She slowly slid my full 7 inches inside her mouth. She started to slide in and out and I picked up the rhythm and started to fuck her mouth with my cock. This whole time she had been playing with my ball sack but.