Once my dad was out on his official trip and brother was on an excursion from his college. After coming back from her office mom went to the bathroom....I was watching tv in the living room. After sometime she called me from her room, and I went there and found that mom was just back from the bathroom, taking a shower. She was in front of the mirror and had her back towards me. But I could see everything on her front through the mirror. She was in her g-string, the strip was so thin that it was. ‘I gonna kick your fucking ass.’ ‘Why don’t we go back to your place and fuck.’ So callous and uncaring and yet we don’t dare go there and make love, that might invoke the possibility, the improbability and even the very idea of love. ‘God I love your hair, but hey let’s take it a bit slower here.’ Still waiting, I consider the now tight slit of her pussy at rest, the bright pink nearly completely concealed beneath her darker outer folds, the clit safely tucked away, hidden. Less than an hour. She followed his lead and maintained a light contact with his thigh flesh, bringing her beaver to a good eighteen-inch knee spread when he stopped. Her hem now lay directly over the crotch of her panties, affording him with the full, wide-crotch, panty-covered beaver shot, at which he gazed while stroking his weeping cock.Connie stared at his cock and said, "My, aren't we feeling frisky this morning?" You look great, Connie. You inspire frisky." Thanks, but I think you mean the area between my. Rachael was still panting heavily. “Let’s get this man to a bed” she said after a few deep breaths. “He has work to do!” The next few minutes were a blur of activity as naked asses and bouncing tits giggled their way up the stairs to the master bedroom… Rachael had shed her clothing at some point before we left the sofa although I couldn’t tell you when exactly. We assumed the position almost instinctively. Tiffany jumped onto the bed on her back and spread her legs, Rachael crawled between.