She said its okay now. It read ‘38’.While doing all this, my fingers were brushing her soft breasts. She didn’t mind it. While this was ending, ...nother idea struck me.Son: Mom, we missed one thing. You forgot to wear a bra.I knew she doesn’t have the habit to wear bars. Mom blushed as the son is talking about her inner wears.Son: We should take measurements with a bra inside the blouse. Why don’t you wear a bra and come?Mom: (with a blushed face) Son, I don’t have the habit of wearing a. ‘Not mum, she is set in her ways now.’ ‘Are you sure Susan?’ ‘Of course I am.. I joked with her the other day about that and her scowl said it all’ So it seemed Susan had no option other than to accept her mum’s independence and hope that nothing horrible would happen to her. She’d tried everything, but knew when to stop the moment she became agitated. Susan continued to visit her mum on a Saturday – just to keep an eye on her. She seemed happy enough and noted something different about her,. We had heard of a bed and breakfast outside of town. The house was built in the early eighteen hundreds and had been totally restored. There was no electricity, no indoor plumbing, and it had an outhouse. Not too many people appreciated it. Audrey had first heard about it and we did some research in the library. It was used at one time as part of the underground railway helping escaped slaves get to Canada.We were not completely sincere when we approached the owner and his wife. We had more. He is running his fingers through my hair and asks are you ok Jenna I smile up at him and say perfect, then I say you know your cock is still inside me, he says I know he likes it in there nice and warm and tight. I move my hips and say gad what are we laying in, he said our cum, did you relize you squirt like a garden hose? I said no really I have never done that before. I pull him to me and kiss him, then say Mike I’m falling in love you and snuggle my head against his chest. He lifts me up.