Hold on. Perhaps I was rushing to the wrong conclusion. It was possible she only wanted a massage.“Is something wrong?” she asked, obviously puzzl...d at my lack of an answer. “I mean I have this big suite that the casino comped me and I have not even used it. The least I can do is use it for a massage before I leave. God only knows my aching body could certainly use it,” she continued.“Well, I don’t have any oil or anything,” I stammered. It was the only thing I could think to say. I was still. . . . .MOM: WHAT???????!!!ME: Yes! mom you hear true. i love you.MOM: But I am your mom & that was not possible….ME: Why mom? What happened if we have sexual relation.MOM: But.ME: In this generation always 63% kids create sexual relations with Own family members, forget i am your kid and i forget u my mom, then it was easy for you mom….She just standing & thinking all about that and she give some signal from smiling on her face, then i was this my way is clear to sex with mom. And i off the Gas. I finished washing them and realized that I could not put them on wet. I used the hand blow dryer and tossed them up and down in my hand letting the warm air try and dry them. After a while I realized that even though it was working, it would take a long time this way. I decided to drape them over the back of a stall wall. I cleaned my bottom with the wet towels and I was so glad to finally be able to do it.I was tempted to masturbate a bit because I still was turned on by sucking my husband in. He entered the garage and took a good look around. He first checked over Georges motorbike which was gathering dust as he no longer rode. Then he went to the bench, he quickly found the pile of magazines and couldn’t resist browsing through them. They were tame by today’s standards but still the image of a pussy spread wide has an affect no matter from which decade it’s from. She could see him rubbing bulge in the front of his jeans. Next she heard say out loud “oh my god!” as he.