Finally, I raised my eyes and found myself looking directly into Jenny's. I could swear that I saw a smile playing at the corner of her lips.I suddenl... became fascinating watching her. Her eyes slowly left mine and (I couldn't be sure if I wasn't just being fanciful) I felt her eyes go down my body and rest and search deeply into my crotch for a long 5 seconds before working back up. When they again reached mine I swear that the girl's tongue slowly moved over her lips from one side to the. Yet Jennifer's perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn't want to get dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realising she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the. That meant that they missed the magnificent opening song.The movie was as wonderful as always, and -- with a boy who had driven all this way so she could see the show sitting beside her, even touching her -- more romantic than ever before. Once they were out of the ending mess, Craig drove her straight home. He didn’t even suggest that they park for one minute.When they got to her house, though, she said, “Craig, wait.” He stopped with his hand on the door. She took his face in both of her. Several of us in the church signed up to take turns checking in on her and seeing to her needs. We were one of the first couples to visit her and that was when she requested us to visit her husband in prison. We didn’t even know that her husband was in prison. She told us the necessary information and then she whispered more information to my wife, which she chose not to share with me. That was strange.The day we visited Lillian’s husband, it was fairly easy for us to get in. My wife filled out.