I waited until I heard the shower running and then I went in and took all of her clothes and took of the towels too. I left the door wide open and jus... waited.I knew that I wanted to eat her pussy and fuck it too but that I couldn’t because she couldn’t remember how many times she had been fucked in the last two weeks and that her boyfriend was a junkie. No one should catch AIDS and die over a simple fuck.When she came out of the shower she just scowled at me and walked right out toward me.. I was riveted. I kept watching and got a few glimpses of Mom's hairy bush. I got a rise in my Levi's, but dare not masturbate because one of my younger sister's might walk in and catch me. So I continued to crouch down and watch Mom so as not to be seen looking out the window at her. Then all of a sudden, she bent down, her legs wide apart to accommodate her big belly, stretching to pick up clothes pegs that dropped on the ground. During this struggle, her legs were wide apart, her back was. Barry introduced his wife. "Greg this is Wendy. Wendy Greg is an old school friend I have known for years". As usual the wife was all smiles and was a very active hostess and she produced snacks and nibbles that made her husband smile for this was the only occasions when she actually got off her backside and did something, especially in creating a meal. Forewarned by Greg to not interfere in any of the activity that he was to introduce, Barry sat and enjoyed the show. "I'll tell you when she is. Watching their perpetually flat chests and crooked figures d****d in floral housecoats, I often had masturbated in the same shed I found myself cleaning. The Arizona sunset seemed, if truth be told, to highlight the blue veins visible on their scrawny white stocking covered legs as they chugged around the specially constructed ring. With each slow stroke, the floor of Ms Ellen’s shed had repeatedly become slick with precum while I slowly worked my way through the appetizer of elder flesh.