There was nothing to do but drive. The BMW gave me a feeling of Teutonic rationality for which I was grateful.State Road 23 to Cleaver's Mills followe... the line of the Mist River, through its dark hollows and swampy forests. The road was patched concrete, which the BMW took in its stride. I could see the tall mill buildings in the distance as I came to the old Mist River Inn. It was much as I remembered it, a two-story log-faced structure with wide overhanging eaves and a slate roof covered. It met some resistance going over her huge rack. Once off, there they were. The most perfect breasts I had ever seen. She arched her back some so they would stick out. “Would you like to touch them, Will?” she said.? In a trance I reached out and cupped my Stepmom's breasts. They were so soft and warm. The puffy areola looked like they almost were painful they were so swollen. Her nipples were hard as I rubbed my thumbs across them. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as I bent. Smith ordered. Mr. Smith rocked his hips and a dribble of pre cum oozed from the tip of his cock. Mrs. Smith looked at me and said, “See that?” pointing to the precum oozing from her husband’s cock. She proceeded to wipe up the pre cum with her finger and stick it in her mouth. “mmmmm. Delicious,” She moaned.“Watch this,” she said as she grabbed the little bit of the butt plug that was not buried in her husband’s ass. “A little prostate stimulation makes a man gush,” she said as she began. ”I looked at her for a few seconds and said, “Fascinates?”She blushed and admitted, “Okay. Yeah. Maybe it kind of turns me on.”I’m not sure how to take that. But at least she isn’t disgusted with me. I asked her if she thought she might like to be the one giving orders but she said she doesn’t think she’s that self-assured.Neither of us spoke for a minute. Then Jill asked me when I’m seeing JJ again. I told her I have to meet him tomorrow morning at the mall. After another brief pause she said.