.. Panties also and wear that white pullover shirt I like best on you and that shirt while tennis skirt you like best.”“That white pullover shirt ...ou like best, lets my titties wobble when I wear it without a bra.”“I know. You’re sexy Mom, and you need to let yourself be sexy, like Ms. Rita.”“Bye Babe”Mom told her, “Rita, I heard you and your Mom. As soon as she gets here, I want to meet her. I think I’m going to love your Mom. How old is she anyway?”“Thirty-five. She was seventeen when I was. She inched her wide bottom forward on the chair to give me better access.I got my lower face up against her femininity and began the exteriorcleaning. She conversed with Davon about possibly going shopping, as ifnothing unusual was happening. Then I had to lap at her entrance, whichbore a coating of his thick slime. She purred happily as I gave herclitoris a tongue bath. Then I had to probe further, suctioning andswallowing. All at once there was a gob of something, probably a mix ofold. " I'm not." ... Then if you want me, you have to come get me. That's the rule," I said, reciting my practiced lines. "I don't come to you." That's the rule?" Perry cocked his head, watching me eat my olive and he was close to me. So very close and whispering, "Why are you here now, Priss?"I kissed him then, the way I'd wanted to from the moment he'd opened his front door. I pressed my lips to his and let his tongue slip eagerly inside my mouth. I held my drink away from us with one hand and. The program that evening was a selection of baroque pieces and we sat back and let the music wash over us, although I must admit to being very distracted by her every movement. At one point she whispered in my ear that she was chilly then draped her raincoat over her lap and leaned close to me her dark wavy hair brushing my cheek, enveloping me with the scent of shampoo and perfume. I felt her hand alight gently on my arm and slide down to cover mine, squeezing gently as she tugged it under her.