.An Addendum Upon proof-reading my last story, a factual one, I realized one vignette needed a fantasy ending. As Mom and I finished our farm...chore, we walked toward the house to wash up, I reviewed in my mind the show I had seen due to her not wearing a bra this day. Should I ask why? She had to know I could see down her dress as we had to bend down to turn each tray. I finally blurted out..."Mom, you did't wear bra today!" "I know, when did you notice?" as she put her arm. She opened the door in a tight tshirt and jeans that looked great. I walked her to the truck and helped her up into the seat. My hand accidentally touched her ass as she got in the truck. Her butt was tight I was going to make sure that I got to feel it again. We ate dinner and had some wine after we finished I asked her what she would like to do. "Why don't we take a drive to the far side of the lake and go for a walk? " she suggested. "That sounds like a good idea to me let's do it." I. For this, she chose to wear her striped sweater in a deep purple color with black stripes and along with it, she wore her black sweatpants that she only wore once or twice and was ashamed to admit how much she had actually spent on them. Ava had two more requests and that was to wear her hair tied in a tail and to wear a G-string or preferably nothing underneath, she said something along the lines of “It would add to the allure of the outfit, they would be drawn to it but would not be quite. Their rhythm soon was perfect, as though they were partners born for each other. With each increasingly needy stroke, the ridge of his cockhead grazed her clitoris, and the sweet torture drove her quickly to the edge. Her orgasm soon crashed over her with the power of the incoming tide, her teeth bared in his shoulder as her long legs wrapped around his waist, her heels dug into the small of his back, drumming a quick beat at the base of his spine. Her convulsions shook him, too. Their souls.