I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car do...r.I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?". Her breast were blooming, pert swellings topped by proud, now deep red nipples that stood out all aroused through their screwing. The rest of her body was slim and curvy, which made the size of her breast compliment her trim figure. The way she sat with her legs still wide apart allowed me to see her pubic hairs glistening with beads of liquid which had lubricated Alan’s penis. I wanted to turn away , but somehow I couldn’t, I continued staring at her, her cunt had remained open as if it was. Lick me lick the bitch i am .. i want your dirty d*g tongue on my cunt... use my as your dirty whore.."My m*m sounded just like a porn star! Carefully i set my camera down placing on the wall facing m*m. I switched it to video, what i wanted was to film myself filming my m*m! I crept forward filming on my phone , it was awesome as my angle changed i would get small glimpses of her very wet pussy.I was to intent on filming and knocked a plant pot over. Immediately she pushes the dog away and. I did start to wonder whether he’d been collected, and taken Mrs Clarke with him. But that didn’t make a lot of sense because Talulah had been in GS that morning and I didn’t think Mrs Clarke would just abandon her.Talulah and Sandra, along with Higgis and Blish joined me for lunch. Higgis had been in maths, and Blish was in my form group, so in the same GS as Talulah and myself. We speculated idly about both Bondy and Mrs Clarke being absent, but came to no sensible conclusions.“What do you.