Then I could feel the small but powerful hot rod drivinginto the crack of my panties."Man of man... You are turning into one hot little vixen bitch, a...en'tyou?"For an answer, I opened my lips, and I grasped his tongue, and suckedit deeply into my mouth. I felt his one hand go down, and lower theback of my panties. I felt his erection between my bum cheeks. I wasglad that he was small, and I knew that he was going to use it like aman uses it with a woman.I melted inside. I was that woman that. Oh my God! My mom is a whore! What shall I do? Do I have to go and catch them? Oh! I was too coward to do so, especially in front of my mom. I looked at the old Indian, he was still busy of his, he didn't notice anything. Oh! What can I do??? It's my mom you fucken Syrian.I kept walking back and forth inside my room, and every now and then looked toward them... Oh!! Whore, she's fucking the driver. Dirty slut, my mom is a dirty slut.In fifteen minutes or so, the door opened, she peeped around. She came across as quite shy, so I didn't want to push her in to anything, but the line in one of her messages, shocked me a bit. “Ive never been given oral sex before, and Im 40 very soon”.So, we chatted about it and L asked if I would be happy with a possible meet with her. I said why wouldn't I and she replied “Im not a slim lady”. Now this is no reason for not to meet. I'm not really one for stick thin anyway. She sent me a photo and she looked stunning, and I am not just saying it,. This is gotten out of hand."Susan snapped, "Stop right there! I will tell you what to do and if necessary how to do it. Look at you-what are you wearing right now? Tell me!" I am wearing a nightgown, but you made me wear it!"Susan said as she stood up, "Look at me, what am I wearing?"Corene answered, "A shirt and jeans, so what does that have to do with anything. You worn that stuff before."Susan answered, "I know I have worn this before, but the jeans are pants and I am going to be the only.