The make out session was hot and heavy but other than sex, Bob wasn't in love with her.Apparently she sensed this, and dated other guys quite regularl.... She wasn't going to sit at home waiting for Bob to call. She had a nice figure and wasn't a nun in her actions, so Bob could see why she was popular. He did enjoy talking to her and gazing at her sexy figure.She insisted on Bob giving her his mailing address and she said she would write to him. Bob wasn't overly enthused with the idea of. T." I didn't know what this O.B.T. was, nor where it was, but I kept it in the back of my head. I then began to look at message ads in the area, and this is when I found the holy grail. Upon curiosity I clicked on the "escorts" link and what I came to I could not believe I had not know about for all of these years. It was a complete menu of girls... Pics, "Services", Price and location (In/Out). I began to jack off imagining a girl showing up at my door, or opening the door when I go to see. I liked that too. Mom had very short well trimmed hairs on her pussy mound and the lower part was shaved bare. In fact she had just shaved it in the bathtub for me. She told me to smell it, touch it, and slip my fingers up into it. After a while she said that she should lay down, and then she got on the rug. She told me to smell of her pussy again and see what it was like after I had stimulated her. It smelled sweeter and it was a lot wetter too. Finally mom asked me to fuck her just like the. Her muscles tensed again. And the hand rested there, on the inside of her naked leg again, only higher then before. She now knew what would happen. It would move further up. It would touch her. She knew without a doubt. And knowing made her feel a bit more at ease. No not at ease, less restless. It made her feel less restless. And once more the tension of her muscles broke. The hand moved up, as she knew it would. Then it paused. It gripped her leg. A firm grip, yet gentle enough not to hurt.