'Oh... ' she breathed, shutting her eyes for a moment, and then she started to fondle it, squeezing it gently, sliding my foreskin up and down slowly,...brushing her thumb lightly backwards and forwards across the slit, while I continued to finger her cunt, which by now was dripping wet.I don't know which excited me more - fondling my mother's bare wet cunt, or feeling her playing with my throbbing cock. Either way, I felt the pressure building up, and then I started to spurt into my mother's. I beginto worry about not liking girls, and hope it's just seeing myself morethan anything. I get surprised by the eerie quiet as a soft thunk sounds,Jennifer putting the dryer down."Yeah, I can at least sympathize with you on the hair. That tookforever." She sighs, shaking her arms a bit, apparently a bit tired fromthat."So, would you like to cut it then?" I ask, hoping."Not a chance. It's only for a week, week and a half at most. Just deal,it looks good!" Indeed, I can feel how light it is. It was December 2000, we met at brigade road for a movie and lunch. While having lunch we had argument on the same and I got mad at her and moved out when I returned my rented room after having few drinks at a local bar, I found she was already there waiting for me. Since I was very angry I didn’t care to speak and just took my towel and went inside bathroom to freshen up. What happen then shocked me, suddenly Sophie knocked bathroom door. I asked her what happen. She said “Sorry” and asked me. Wifey took off her shorts; she had on a pretty normal string bikini bottom. She spread her towel on the bow of the boat and started to lay down when Kelli took off her shorts. She was wearing a tiny, yellow thong suit. Kelli said, "Here," as she handed wifey a pink, sexy looking thong bottom similar to hers.“I don’t know,” she said looking at me.I said, "Go ahead."“Where do I change?”“Right there, dad won’t look.” I did.She had started shaving her pussy shortly after our first kid. The doctors.