And the panties. As she parted her legs I was thrilled to see the 'furry triangle'...a modest covering of light, curly brown hair over two moist, juic... pussy lips. Quick as a wink I dove in, tongue first and began to lick up and down her slit, pausing now and then to suckle her clit which was starting to get erect. "No man has ever done that to me before." Do you want me to stop?" I questioned."God, no!" she responded. "I've thought about it for years and even fantasized about it while I was. " Let's discuss where we're going to eat."Sam said, "Oh, I know just the place. There's this pizza place up on the boardwalk. The sausage and mushroom pizza is just to die for." Lead the way, Samantha." Please. Call me Sam, Mrs. Smith." Only if you call me mom." Okay, I'm going to get our stuff and pack it in the car. I'll meet you there."As Sam and Melissa walked off, James went inside and got their stuff. He then got out his cell phone, dialed a special number, and waited for it to pick. It was about 9:30 p.m., on a moonless dark night. My wife and I were visiting from out of town and the gathering was in celebration of our visit.I left her daughter's home, i.e., my sister-in-law's daughter, with a nice wine buzz, resuming my passenger side second seat just as on the ride over. Then my wife sat beside me and we mutually left a thigh air gap that was of a piece with our decade of sexless marriage that brought us to the eve of 45 years. But now it was her sister, Pamela who. George could have creamed, right then and there. What a treasure! Lucia’s body was model perfect and her tits were amazing. People in the street smiled and nodded in her direction, appreciative of her attractive features. It was exactly the kind of attention she had always avoided. But her stud wanted her before he saw all the trimmings. George wanted Lucia for herself, and that was a turn on. He deserved her best. Lucia knew she looked extremely fuckable and noticed heads turning as she.