I texted her earlier that day asking her to find herself a short little skirt to wear. I also added that i would love if she would not wear any pantie... under the skirt. the only reply was a coulpe of hours later that she was soooo exictied about our date. she was home from work before me and i came in the house to find her in the bath shaving her pussy with my razor. I love her smooth pussy in my face and she knows it. i was already getting hard from the sight of her wet naked body with her. Invited by the most breath-taking woman she had ever met.How could she believe the woman had been sincere, back at the restaurant? How could she find the courage to meet her again? Why would she once more open herself up to be hurt, ridiculed, humiliated?Why on earth had she done what the little, perfumed piece of paper told her to? The paper she'd found with her tip? Why had she walked three long streets wearing nothing but a raincoat? Why had she slipped into a toilet stall after work to get. "Put them on the floor in the back seat." she ordered, "They're dirty!"Instead of doing as she asked I held them to my face and sniffed them appreciatively. Mum was even more embarrassed and then I think I totally blew her mind, and I don't know why I did it, by putting the crotch of her panties in my mouth and chewing on them."Don't! Don't! You shouldn't being doing that. Now stop it." She cried."You taste great - I don't know why it is upsetting you," I mumbled through my mouthful of cotton,. The kiss continued and I pumped slowly for a long period before I felt Nan begin to tense up. She broke the kiss and began to rub her pussy back and forth over the face below. She reached down and used her fingers to open her lips wider to the soft probe underneath. Her other hand steadied her position against me, evidently trying to adjust all the angles. ‘Jack, she’s on my clit just right. It feels wonderful. Oh god, I’m burning up.’ I, too, felt a blaze begin rushing out of my balls and.