“So, mother, that’s him; I was always curious to meet him,” she said. “I guess, he still adores you, and you look so happy as I have never see... you when you spent the night with one of your boring old friends.” Turning to me, she said, “Would you show me how you make my mom so happy?” before pulling her chair up closer to me. She stretched her leg, dropped her shoe, laid her foot on my knee and started moving it forward to the bulge which was already building up in my pants. As if we had known. Lips and fingers, touching and tasting. Our soft breasts mashed together while my friend’s long, supple legs intertwined with my own. Slowly but surely, the nervousness drifted away, until we were both totally comfortable and fully enjoying ourselves. Finally, my hand—which had been happily engaged fondling Tracy’s curvy butt—took on a mind of its own and traveled down between her legs, towards her cunt. “Oh yes…” she panted. The air in the room suddenly felt about a million degrees hotter.. The tools wouldn't seem out of place there.While the water boiled I unloaded the backpack. It smelled pretty rank, so I spread everything out in the shop area to dry. Even though I would be taking them to the laundromat very soon they needed to air out. The laundry was a job I truly hated, but I also hated the smell of moldy clothes. The hatred of Laundromats was why I had twenty pairs of bikini panties. They were all plain white cotton ones, but they kept me from being forced to do laundry. I told her I would liketo kiss your lips and then your earlobe your neck and work towards your bigboobs. I could her excitement in her voice.To make sure that she was game tonight I sent her picturesof my dick and asked her if she liked it and what she would do with it. She wasa bitch in heat she replied she would suck my penis till I dry and give me a titjob. Our hot chat continued for 30 mins as both of us where on hands free wecould play with ourselves. She was really wet as I could hearing.