Barbara, with her head propped on. two pillows, looked down at her son as he fondled her cunt. Her long legs were spread as wide as she could stretch ...hem, exposing her cunt completely to her son. She shivered as he drew a finger up and down her cunt lips, then along the deep, tantalizing crack of her ass.They had been lying this way for a long time, and Lewis was getting his first close look at his mother’s cunt. He seemed happy with all the thick curls, with the pink wetness of her lips and. He walked over and hugged me hard. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged this stranger that I meet only about an hour ago who I now felt this strange love for. He stepped back.“Oh, my goodness, we need some shoes. Ladies, chop, chop. Something simple and black with a little pop.” He said and waved, his eyes never leaving my face.The ladies ran off and returned with a few pairs of shoes each. Frances sat me down and slipped pair after pair of shoes on my feet. This was really cool, it. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view. Their soundtrack, the crepuscular birds, insects and the soft plop of frogs returning to the water. They are talking and laughing about last night with such intimacy, that the farmer who is watching them from the field took them to be a couple with a great history. Yesterday had been Bastille Day. On a whim, they’d driven to Honfleur and checked into a quaint chambre d’hote near the. The absurdity of it tickles me for the barest of moments, and then the thought is gone, like all the other questions. There’s only the feel of your skin, and pressure of your lips on mine. The slightest scratch of my nails when I draw them over your neck and shoulders, clothes sliding off and sheets being thrown to the floor. You leave my lips and fall to my neck. Your breathing deepens and I’m losing grip of you. Feeling my alarm you tighten your grip on me and bite down. I can feel your.