Cold water flows over her shoulder, the pain a memory. The refreshing coolness washes over her chest along her ribs. Her skin rippling with gooseflesh...as the welcome rush flows across her hips, over her thighs and rivulets between her legs, down to her sex. Her eyes open much slower this time. She drinks in the night air as she listens to his soft voice again. Aware now that her body is uncovered, unclothed. She shivers as his hand runs the soft sponge along her calves, icy cold water dripping. Why don't we walk around and view the house from the outside before we start on the inside." Good idea. I brought my camera," she said, showing a Digital SLR in her hand.Walking with her around the property, I pointed out the sight lines from the house. She had come prepared for a work environment, wearing jeans and a sweat shirt under a windbreaker. On her feet were sneakers with ankle socks. On her head, she wore a bandanna that covered most of her beautiful blonde mane. And once again, she. At this point, there was no going back. She had started to grind he pussy against my thigh while she was wtill in her panties. I moved down and forced her legs further apart and began to tug at her panties with my teeth. I lost patience and ripper them down the rest of the way only to tease her pussy more. Kissing, and brushing lightly passed her lips i could smell her amazing aroma. I Hadn't even had a finger tip inside of her yet but i knew she was dripping. Finally, I parted her lips with my. Me: Her?Mother: Yes, she generally just wears a bra and hot pants or shorts. Once, she even worked out naked when we were doing a chest workout. What do you think? Should I start wearing gowns like her? Dresses like her?Me: Well, I feel you should. We are not in India, and here you don’t have to bother about anyone. If you feel like wearing wear those, I have no issue.My mother was naked all this while. She simply wore the bathrobe and went down to Hannah’s room to get the gown. Now the gown.