I turned around to run only to find myself face to face with Nancy. "You aren’t going to ruin the party are you, Lissa?" She said in a smile showing...off her dimpled cheeks, "It is only just starting."With a flick of her wrist vines came out from the under the ground and constricted me. I tried to move out but failed as it held me in a vice like grip."I always liked you Lissa." She said stroking my face, "You are like the hottest person I have ever met, besides me of course. As you can see I. This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement releasing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. "I'm going upstairs to take my shower." Good." As Mark stood by the sink, scrubbing and washing and rinsing, he thought about his mother's naked body in the shower. He could almost see it in his mind's eye: the heavy hanging breasts, the round heart-shaped arse and the patch of dark pubic hair. Other women shaved down there, but Mark preferred how she'd kept it natural. "Why, aren't you a good little helper?" It was Helen. Her hair was wet and she wearing a white T shirt and short shorts. "I do. Then she asked _my friend if he thought she was too old to wear a dress that short as she looked down at her legs. He told her not with legs like hers and wished his wife would wear short dresses and skirts for him. She told him it was nice that he thought she had nice legs and laughed and added she was wearing pantyhose and that hid all the flaws.Then he told her he loved woman's legs in hose and used to enjoy when his wife would them too. She asked him what was it he liked about pantyhose. He.