When he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner the following day, I was as excited as a teen age girl.***The doorbell rang as I was zipping up my wh...te pleated skirt. It was short, almost six inches above my knees, and I wore it with a pink short sleeved turtleneck that clung to my emerging curves. For old times sake, a colorful silk scarf was tied gaily around my neck."Coming!" I shouted as I tore open a pair of nude pantyhose and tugged them up my legs.As I lifted up my skirt to twist them. I watched as she took some toilet paper and wiped herself. Then she got a washcloth wet with hot water and washed herself. Next she got it wet again and started toward her bedroom.She whispered, “Please stay in your room until I come to you. Then I’ll answer anything that you want to know.”I looked at her and whispered, “Don’t get dressed.”Mom smiled at me and then went into her bedroom. I stayed in my room and listened to muffled sounds, footsteps in the hall, and doors closing. I heard the. He starts licking her pussy and grabbing at her tits and starts pulling on a nipples which I know always drives my wife crazy and usually can come just from the combination of eating her pussy and playing with her tits as she arches her back I know that she's coming. After she comes down he backs away a little bit she reaches over into the nightstand and pulls out one of those 32 oz huge personal Lube bottles and one of those gold Magnum extra large foil condoms. She starts stroking his. At least this time he was in the same row as me. I spent much of the next 10 minutes looking at him whenever no one was looking. By looking at his face, I couldnt help thinking about what Phil had told me about him being a player. It looked so innocent and childish, it looked cute how he was concentrating on the paper in front of him. His hair was light and fluffy, perfect to run your hands through. He turned to lean on his hand, and I swear he gave me the second glance. Things were looking up..