The next few weeks were uneventful and my chance encounters with Misty were normal as usual. Her classy, conservative, yet professional dress returne... to normal. Her smooth walk and confidence were once again restored. Her sorrow had left, and it appeared she had gone back to her usual life.()()()()Saturday night and the bachelor party had begun. Nothing big was planned, just a bunch of guys sitting around watching sports and drinking beer. The bachelor didn’t want the usual strippers and. You linger at my tits, caressing, licking, sucking, gently biting. Slowly moving down to my soft plump belly, full hips and thighs. My warmth and softness. The beautiful contrast between our skin once again in the sunlight and warmth of the day. Our heat and passion warming the room and causing us to begin to breathe harder yet.My breath quickens in anticipation, knowing soon you’ll be licking my pussy. You slowly lick the inside of my thigh. Smelling my sweet, tangy pussy lips and you. He grabbed holdof his head and tried not to think about what the day would be bring.It was three weeks to the day from the day his mother gave him theultimatum. All hopes that she would forget it were dashed as she madesure to give him daily reminders of it. George could only hope that herthreat was hollow.George got to his feet and walked out of his bedroom in his wrinkledpajama flannel bottoms and white t-shirt. He walked down the steps andinto the kitchen where he saw his mother reading the. She stood up suddenly, her whole beautiful body revealed itself to him. Her smooth thighs led up to an almost hairless pubic area. A taut rippling stomach flowed up to the round globes of her small breasts. They were firm, round, and perfectly formed, with dark aureole and nipples. She reached out, with a big welcoming smile and took his hand, and led him to the bedroom like a reluctant child. His mind was trying to tell him to resist but his body would not obey.She stood at the edge of his.