Oh the hideous shame of it! Oh the vile b**st... to make her do it! “Lovely, isn’t it?” “Oh... hhaaahhh... yes... Sir...” Melissa’s haunch...s had begun to jerk back and forth. Her thighs parted even wider. Her mouth began to gape and her breath came panting out. “Go on then... let yourself go, my beauty... come then... come!” Havers began to squeeze Melissa’s breasts. “Go on then!” “Hhhaaahhh... aaahhh... hhhaaahhh!” Melissa’s fingers worked to a sudden frenzy. “HHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Melissa’s. Lucile appeared to be in her mid fifties, a large framed but trim woman with chestnut colored hair. Her tanned bosom was a contrasting surface for a single strand of pearls. “Hefty” is the word that first struck me for her full, ripe breasts barely contained behind her single-breasted business suit jacket. A lace modesty panel limited Lucile’s cleavage to a modest, if enticing little cleft south of her pearls. Lucile’s legs were shapely for a woman her age and encased in hose that rose. . my age. Oh my God! He just ate me out like forever tonight and made me cum about a million times and now he's doing it with ... I don't want to talk about this anymore!" She looked horrified.I almost fell off the bed laughing."It's not funny! I could be in counseling for years about this!" She smacked me hard. "My own Mother?" She shivered."But it doesn't bother you that you and I ... do things, as you put it ... and I'm your father?" That's different," she insisted stubbornly.Ok, I wasn't. He was at least 6'2" with hair everywhere but on that bald dome. He was noisy and arrogant, but I enjoyed his stories even though my boyfriend thought he was pompous. We saw him there a lot in the next few weeks. So, this past Friday, my man went to a concert without me. I didn't want to stay at home and watch my kid playing Xbox so I decided to head to the bar for a glass of wine. I saw Tom at the bar and sat next to him. We stuck up a conversation. We laughed and talked until I was tipsy. Tom.