He finally got the idea. He hadn't even glanced in my direction. He was staring so hard at Phoebe. He must have been cheering for his good luck in his...head. He finished taking off his clothes and his five inches was perfectly adequate. It was hard, of course.Finally, he glanced over and saw me. "Sir, is this alright?" I told him it was perfectly alright, we were nudists, for awhile anyway, and he could look at my wife all he wanted to. So he stared and I saw a little pre-cum start leaking out. They’d moved back to the States, but her mom was without a companion. Sympathy blossomed in Tamara’s heart and she suddenly felt like a rotten child because she hadn’t considered her mom’s needs as a woman. “Oh,” she said. “What do you want to know?” Her mom’s hand went back to her thigh. “I don’t know,” she said. “Are you gonna make me ask you questions or are you going to just tell me what you did?” Tamara could feel her face redden, the blood rise to her cheeks. But her damp pussy still. Lifting her dress, I gasped at her beauty. Her soft tanned shoulders and back exposed to the moonlight coming through the window, her silky black hair cascading down. I noticed her puffy nipples right away as she removed her bra. They appeared to be a bit irritated and swollen. She turned to me showing me her perky breasts. “This is what happens” she said softly. She began to squeeze a boob gently and a drop appeared on her stiff nipple and then ran down. My mouth gaped open and I must have. Well, yes. Then Monisha asked me, have you ever had sex with an older woman? I got embarrassed again and answered that I hadn’t. This talk made my cock start to grow, and Monisha was positioned on the sofa so if I looked, and I did, I was able to see between her legs and see she did not have on any panties. I guess Monisha could see I was a little uneasy with her questions, as I was constantly changing positions. She told me to calm down that we were both adults and since she was Sahil’s.