Her thighs and legs bare, her gentle tan accentuating the whiteness of her panties. “Oh wow” I heard myself mumble.She was pointing at her panties... “Look, they barely fit, and look there is nothing covering my ass.” She turned looking over her shoulder and turning her ass to me. The lace panties were just a thong, totally different from her usual choice. She slapped her ass, “look, bare, I’ll have to send them back”“That’s the fashion now mom, that’s what all the girls wear”“I won’t ask how you. A truck turned into the driveway and pulled up a few feet from where she stood. A man stepped down. He was a good looking man, probably about 28 years of age, standing about six foot three inches, with dark hair and dressed in cowboy style, and when he moved closer she saw that his eyes were hazel with shots of gold flashing through.."Good morning Ma_am, he greeted her with a husky voice. I am David Connor but usually known as Dave to my workers and friends." Good morning Dave, Chris replied.. Eventually she weakened and surrendered to the unequal struggle. Everything in her lushly ripening body seemed to go lax. Their continual massaging, groping, fondling of her newly-aroused flesh simply destroyed her will. Now the beautiful thirteen year old blonde was naked as the day she was born and a mere plaything in their urgent hands and lips, while two searing German shepherd tongues burned off any resistance that might have been left to their ravishingly savage depredations on her. Now Doris is a pleasant lady, probably mid 60’s at a guess and always looks reasonable for her age, she lost her husband a couple of years ago and her little kiosk was her life, she wanted to keep active.I had built up a good rapport with her and we always shared a joke, quite often a saucy one.As I stood at the counter chatting I had this vision of her sucking my cock through the hole and could feel my cock coming to life under my shorts, a crazy but weird vision. Had she sucked me before? If.