She looked at him and smiled anyway and then asked “Did you really mean what you said to me the other day…I mean about how you…thought I looked,...honestly?” He thought about it as he looked back at her. He tried, hard, to hold in all his emotions he had for her as he looked at what he considered an explosively pretty looking, thicker, and definitely curvy woman in the eyes. She waited for his answer. He was semi-successful in that he nodded in a manner with which she thought and felt she had to. She then licked her lips as if anticipating a tasty dish. I was unsure if she meant it was a desirable little piece of ass for her or me. Who knew what Pat’s thoughts were when it came to girls? She was damn liberal when it came to her son.Betty answered Mary Lou loud enough for us to hear. “Yes, Honey, there is lube in my nightstand and just one bag of chips. Take water, no tonic this late at night.”Mary Lou went to the kitchen and got a bag of chips and two bottles of water, then off to her. Steve pushed forward and felt the nylon pantyhose gusset begin to give, he pushed harder and his cock broke through the gossamer prison and wedged into Michele’s anal bud. His cock was wet and lubricated from his pre-seminal secretions and he continued to push forward and felt his cock stretch Michele’s sphincter and finally the head of his penis penetrated Michele’s virgin passage. Michele felt Steve’s cock begin to slide inside her, at first it was uncomfortable but she forced herself to. I struck a conversation with her :Me : Hi Pearl aunty, how do you dance so well?Her: I used to dance during my college days.Me : nice. Even i dance in college fests sometimes. ( i average at dancing, but had to establish a common ground for conversations to follow)Her : oh wow. You dance well. ( i don’t know how she said that)Me : Haha, yes i practice sometimes.I asked her to pass me some bread and curry to which she obliged.A few conversations followed. She seemed comfortable around me now. It.