His mom was distraught and unhappy. Peter wanted his mother to feel good about herself. He hated seeing his mother so unhappy.He made dinner and bough... fresh flowers for her. She’d probably be tipsy or even high. His mother liked to have a good time. Peter wanted to show his mother how much he appreciated her. He cleaned the house and made a nice dinner. He knew his mother would appreciate it.He planned on giving his mother a nice massage. She might or might not make a play for him. He was. “Here let me try these socks on you? They are really comfortable?” he said.He removed the shoes I had on and began to slide one of the socks onto my foot. I felt his hand slide up my leg as he pulled the sock up. He did the same thing to my other foot as his hand slid up my leg to the knee.He grabbed both of my feet and said, ”How do these socks feel? They are very soft.” I said, “Wow! They are very comfortable?”He then squeezed each of my feet as he ran his hands back and forth over them. My. At least that is how I would describe my motivation, until our bodies touched. As I was just out of the pool, I wad still in my bathing suit, ( what I've always called a " boner bather" or "banana hammock"), Louis was wrapped in a tiny white towel, that contrasted with his black skin and left nothing to the imagination. The second our groins touched I felt electrified!! We chatted for 30 minutes, until it was time to shower. We each showered and chatted a bit getting dressed. I couldn't. As she kept squirting creamy pussy-juice into Rick’s wide-open mouth, he began to work his tongue up into her tight, hairy smoo, lapping at the inner folds of her vulva and scooping out Ashley’s girly-cum for himself. He pulled his probing fingers out of her twat, licked and sucked the digits back into his mouth to get the sweet, savoury vadge-lube, then stick the two fingers back up her snatch again. This made Ashley screech at the top of her lungs with pleasure, as Rick filled her cunt-hole.