God I wanted to taste her. I wanted to tongue-fuck her until her whole world blurred and she shrieked with the intensity of her climax. My fingers wer... still buried in her folds, and so when my tongue flicked against her swollen clit for the first time her walls clamped on my fingers and her digits looped in my dark hair. “Oh fuck,” She growled, pressing my face against her intimacy. I licked the length of her slit before focusing my attention back on that special bundle of nerves, my fingers. Meg laughed. "I guess we have a consensus." She reached her long, tanned arms behind her, untied the straps of the suit, and let the top fall free of her breasts. She immediately felt the breeze play across her sensitive nipples, and they stiffened in the open air. Justin was looking at them with his mouth hanging open as she flaunted her breasts proudly in front of them. She winked at Blake, and then pushed the thong bottom down her legs. She sat cross-legged and naked in front of them. Meg. He dropped me in front of my house and I carried my golf bag into the garage. I went in the side door of the house and made the decision that was to change my life - I went down into the basement instead of going up into the kitchen. If I had gone up into the kitchen Marge would have known I was home and would have found a way to stop what was about to happen and I might never have found out what I did.I was at my workbench when I heard the front doorbell ring followed by feet running down the. I had finally run out of chances.Then the second blow hit, when my mom's health broke down. The stress ofhaving to do an awful job, and be the sole support in our household dueto my failings caught up to her, and she had a stroke.She survived, but her working days, and in fact her days of taking careof herself were over, forever.I talked my brother into setting her up in his basement, and for a whiletaking care of her gave me a reason to keep fighting. Well, her, and mydaughter, of course.Until.