Few people really recognized her. She wasn’t one of the cheerleaders or part of any of the social cliques. She was an Honor Society member in school... but most people ignored them. People had never paid attention to her in high school. Now though, they looked.She was five foot seven inches, but the three-inch heels on her designer shoes put her on a par with the average guy. She had some great curves on an otherwise slim frame that was obviously the product of long hours in a gym. Her hair,. There were not only the regular customers; the villagers of Sherwin’s Falls who came for their nightly drink and usually more, there were also quite a few overnight residents of the campground and sometimes even the occasional connoisseur who braved the long drive from Montreal, or even further afield, and the inn’s dress code for a glass, or more, of Sean’s specialty beers and ales. The mood in the pub was warm, friendly and noisy. However, no matter how noisy or well lubricated, there was. "Just like that."Ethan put his hand on her mound. It was surprisingly warm. The light wisps of curly hair on it were as soft as downy feathers. He did as she showed him and gently rubbed his middle finger over her slit. She tilted her head back and moaned.Ethan jerked his hand away. "Did I hurt you?" he said.She looked up and giggled. "No, silly. It felt good. Do it again."Ethan put his hand on her slit again and rubbed. Angie moaned again, but didn't take her eyes away from his. She poked her. A boat with running lights passed them, the wake causing their houseboat to rock."They might have seen you, Mom," Jay said."Mmmmm, I don't care," Shellie replied, lapping his sweaty balls hungrily, nuzzling them. "I'm going to suck your cock off and I don't care how many boats come by."She lowered her face, taking her son's cock into he mouth. She slipped her hands to his ass, shoving her fingers inside his shorts. Cupping his tight, young ass, Shellie began to suck. She sat on the deck, her.