As the beer ran out at my friend’s party we decideto head over to a well-known watering hole where mostof the media-types hang out. And whom sh...uld I runinto but the woman with the almond-shaped eyes. She walks up to me and asks if I remember her. Icouldn’t even fake it and told yes I did. We talkedand a few minutes later she asked if I’m married. Itold her that I am and noticed the rock she was wearingtoo. Next thing you know she remembers that herhusband is at the. .. "Shit shit shit!" I tried to whisper. Matt was trying to get a pair of shorts on that he grabbed from the foot of his bed and I was struggling to get my robe and walk at the same time to the bathroom. I hurried to the door and opened it as quickly and silently as possible. Just as I squeezed through, I dropped my robe. "Fuck!" I bent down to retrieve it, but as I was about to grab it there was a knock on Matt's door. "Matt?" My mother's voice was muffled by the door. I left the robe and went. I reached back down even further to get the d****s, she leaned back over to help me pull them up. Once we had them and sat back up , she noticed me staring at her breast but I didn't care, I wanted to remember every inch of her in her bra ,what I could see of it. She looked down and said, " Oh look at me, I'm hanging out of my top!". But she didn't quickly cover up, she played with her tank top, showing just how loose it was now. Then to my surprise, she pulled it down, showing me just how good. ”I was aware of her trembling very slightly with nerves and expectation and I heard her breathing go quite deep and fast, but she did as I wanted.“Mmmmmm,“ I involuntarily sighed, feasting my gaze upon the centre of her femininity. She had a fairly full dark pubic bush, but all above her beautiful fresh pussy, which was long lipped and very pink in colour. It was beautiful, more so than any wild or cultivated flower I have ever seen.I licked the length of it once. Her unique taste and smell.