My mother had been div. for some years, going thru a number of boyfriends.We were living in a 2 bedroom apt, in a huge complex, we each had our own b...throoms, but our bedrooms shared a wall, which were quite thin!I would hear her getting fucked by her bfs, So I could tell which ones were good and which ones werent so good.She was always quite vocal, so it was easy to hear and know the level of her excitement.The last bf really made her loud and I could tell she was having the best orgasms. Her glistening lips were inches from my mouth, I could feel the warmth radiating off her pussy, I could smell that impossibly arousing aroma of pure womanhood. I wanted to sink my tongue into her, I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in that wet heaven. Instead, fighting hard to control my longing, I glanced up at her from between her legs and locked my eyes on hers."Mistress," I whispered. "May I eat your pussy?"It was her turn to sigh, her turn to gasp in delight and surprise. She peered. At 5 feet 11, she was almost an inch taller than me.She had hazel eyes, milky white skin, nicely rounded breasts, a pert bottom and shoulder length hair. While I was busy feasting my eyes on my nubile neighbor’s body, she kept talking nineteen to the dozen. Suddenly Reshma stopped talking and followed my gaze. During the conversation, her short top had ridden up and I was admiring her pierced navel.I went beetroot as I realized she’d caught me red handed. To make light of the situation, I. Well worth it today, as its nice to be able to recall so much of my life. They were happy times. The grass was greener, the light was brighter. ****** Helen continued to relate the story of her life to the pretty young woman beside her. She told her how shed moved into the studio loft soon after, and that summer Jonathan had painted picture after picture of her during the days and the nights had been spent consummating their passions. The nights of wonder, Helen described them as. One of their.