He was particularly close to his beautiful mother, a widow of respected standing in the mountainous region of his birth. She was reputed to be both ma...ure in years but “tight” as a virgin in matters of a carnal nature. It was painful to Sir Rodrigo to think of his beautiful Madonna in such a base manner and he compensated for his distress by secretly anointing carefully selected older females with his restorative fluids of redemptive creamy formulae in a fully discreet fashion of measured. Her t-shirt was wet with her sweat. Somehow I got horny seeing mom so sweaty. I started to think about how her body would taste. I even imagined licking my mother’s sweaty armpit and pussy.That time, I was so eager to see her naked body. Since dad not home, I tried thinking ways to fuck my mom or at least see her naked.After dinner, while I was thinking ways to taste her body, mom told me that her legs were paining. This was because she didn’t go on a jog for a long time. Then I told her to. This time they took a leg each to massage, but Dave noticed that it didn't take Peter long to get to the end of Jill's leg and soon had his hand delving between her thighs and into her groin. Dave continued up to her bottom and moved further up to her back.Jill soon decided that she wanted to roll over and get them both massaging her important parts. In moments she had a mouth on each breast, her hands holding the two heads against her bosom as she sighed, moaning with pleasure and delight.They. "And you folks be careful. You got your cellphone now, wait. Hold this, Miss Nikki."She grabbed the cans as he reached in a pocket. "Here's my card. Office, private office line, and my cell. Call me if you need somethin'." He retrieved his drinks and walked back to the helicopter. I watched him pass them to the crew. We waved as they took off, curving out across the marshes.Walking back in, I told Nikki, "I'm glad I stocked up on cokes."She laughed. "But he says he can get us fuel. And maybe.