She gently rubbed my thighs. I regained my breath and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose face was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back... I looked at my pussy. There was a small stream of gooey cream flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like someone had spilled a cup of water. Without much time wasted, we quickly changed positions, and I returned the favor. I didn’t give Lilly the suspense of rubbing her entire body. I went straight in; I immediately. Lincoln Park was directly above my motel. When I explored the park, I discovered a small municipal golf course with fabulous views of the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco Bay, the Golden Gate Bridge and downtown San Francisco. The next day I found a golf shop, bought a set of clubs and started playing every day. Ruth and I continued to exchange emails. While they were mostly just news, ten days after I arrived in San Francisco she sent me one detailing a new development in the sex game she was. Not for it to be on full display, but for it to seem like by accident her swatch of black hairs peeked out from the strap of a thong for her son to stumble upon and see. As if gazing at a slip that displayed a forbidden sight.She decided that she’d check her daughter’s room for a skinnier thong, maybe a bikini. That way she could tease her son with a display of her motherly mature bush, and an impossible access to her now stuffed anus. She exited her room and strolled down the hall nude- past. I felt his lips, tongue, and teeth on my labia and clitoris, and even his tongue inside my pussy. I was getting wetter.“Aa, yeah, baby,” I moaned, holding his hair tightly with my both hands. I felt him letting me fall on the bed, still eating my pussy.“Mmm,” I moaned, with my eyes closed, face turned to my right side, and my left-hand fingers running through his hair. Then he left me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was wearing a condom on his cock.“You can never be too preventative,”.