Blake had a hugeBooty. I couldn’t see a panty line in her shorts, and by the looks of herT-shirt she did not have on a bra either. There were boxes ...verywhere sheStated that she wanted to unpack and set this room up.For the next two hours I pushed around heavy couches, carried large expensive lamps.My body was going thru more hell than it did last night at the game. I hadTo sit down and take a break, and I tried to rest for a quick second, Mrs. BlakeWas bent over getting some items out of a. He pulled me into him and kissed me again. His kiss was gentle this time, smooth and buttery. I closed my eyes and felt the heat in my body rise.I finally couldn’t take more of his teasing, and I stood up. He stood up with me. His lips moved to my neck and sent delightful shivers down my spine. I melted into his arms once again. He was still wearing his tented shorts, and I could feel his hard arousal pressing against my skirt, and I gasped, “Jack… it’s wrong."“But look at what you’ve done to. "So perhaps I should call your grandmother and see if she can come over and stay with you while we're away."It wasn't often that mom went out of town with dad on his trips, unless he was going someplace exotic where she could spend most of her time shopping or lounging around in the sun while being waited on. Usually, Mrs. Worth, (though I had always secretly referred to as Mrs. Butterworth) was the cook and the maid. Her presence was usually enough to satisfy my mother that someone was around. But should she remove her hand at the right moment, she would spurt impressively across her bed (and bedroom), routinely splattering her mirror that sat over 6 feet away.It was with that knowledge, and anticipation of the eruption to come, that Meredith's mother, Jackie, sat quietly at the foot of the bed, naked and waiting for her daughter to cream all over her surprisingly youthful face.I want to touch her, taste her so badly, she thought. Patience, girl... Meredith's orgasm slowly but.