As I see Denise walk in she looks just as she did when I had last seen her. Denise is 38 years old, she is a petite woman 4'8" about 118lbs, nice size... breast, light milky skin with deep natural red hair, married with one daughter in collage. She was a wealthy stay at home mom, dressed quite modestly and was always very involved in her local church. We meet at the gym where our daughters trained gymnastics at. She was what I would call a standoffish, selfish, snobby rich bitch. Even though we. ? ?And you won’t take any more pictures or let anybody else know about this?? ?Of course not!? ?Okay, that’s a deal.? And we shook on it.Chapter 2When I got back from school the next day, a Thursday, Jennifer was gone but half my wardrobe (one of my closets) had been replaced with dresses, blouses, skirts, tutus, and that French maid outfit. My drawers were filled with panties, and I noticed a pile of boxers in my other closet. There was a safe in the hallway coming right in from outside and a. I, too, started knowing them more as I would meet them often now. They would come to our house every alternative day to have dinner with us and play board games with us.But there was one thing that was bothering me. Mom had gotten too close to these young boys. So much that mom would wear shorts at home till thighs. Those boys peeping at her figure in a revealing outfit made me uncomfortable. I then started taking it casually.One day I saw mom was jogging in the society garden. Kumar and Shoaib. About 30 minutes later she walked back in stark naked, squatted beside to her suit case and began rummaging, her legs wide open exposing her pussy as much as possible right in front of me. Kinda shocked and at a loss of words, I finally said, “Carly, you have a beautiful Pussy”. She replied immediately,” You think so?” and pulled her beefy labia wide open and said “ I think my lips are too big” “No hell no, I like that” I replied. Then she asked “Did I do a good job shaving?” while rubbing her.