" Her friend said, laying back hesitantly. The woman standing in front of us bent over again, returning to licking and sucking the blond on the pallet... I stared as she licked up and down her slit over and over, teasing her lips apart and flicking her tongue across her clit."Don't just stand there, touch me or something." She said, taking a few moments from her work on her friend's pussy. I shook my head slightly to draw my brain back to reality and reached a hand out to her back. I stroked her. She was (and still is) that woman I would look at and think "That's my friend's beautiful mom, if only.." Of course the "If only" part trailed off into many categories from sexually explicit to wishing she hadn't been my friend's mom so that she could be a woman I could pursue openly. The second reason for it, my evil writer reason, is so this woman can be easily related to any man who had a fantasy of a friend's mother, a teacher maybe, or any older woman that haunted your dreams and perhaps. Their parents retreated to the family room to wait for the few Trick-or-Treaters that would come to the door tonight.Joey started rinsing the dishes while JR put the leftovers into containers and condiments into the refrigerator. JR spoke loud enough to be heard over the running water, but not so loud that the parents would hear in the family room.“Your dad is right,” JR said, “I am nowhere close to being in the same league as Rockie. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to realize that she is as. I could tell this was an office type of guy soft, smooth looking hands, an almost alabaster white colored skin, looked more like he belonged in a monastery than on the street. Looking closer I saw it was Ronney, scared little shit why send him? He was terrified at his own shadow let alone anything else. Sighing I got up to meet him and lead him to the back booth, immediately he straightened following me. "Why they keep sending you boy?" I asked him to try and put him at ease. "They said it.