I had to plead Pop's case for him with Mom, but she was just as stubborn and the suit went forward. I think they both were shocked when they woke up a...d found that they were not husband and wife anymore.Mom bought Pop's half of the house with a trust that her mother had left her. Pop lived in two rooms and Mom had the rest of the house. She kept house and did everything for him that she did when they were married, but he had to pay for the service. Needless to say Pop was bitter about the whole. We were both exhausted. But I lay awake for a long time and I know that Doug did, too. It was probably three o’clock before I finally went to sleep. I’m almost certain that he was still awake.I showered first in the morning. I always go first because it takes me longer to get ready. If there’s anything that annoys Doug it’s being all ready to go somewhere and having to stand by the door tapping his foot until I’m ready.I went downstairs in my robe and made coffee. Once it was started I returned. Rachel had now manoeuvred her body so that now she was straddled over me, her legs either side of my head, I was now looking up at her open pussy. I couldn’t believe it, a sweet bald pussy was staring down at me, not a hair was to be seen. The folds of her inner and outer lips were a deep pink and quite thick, I had looked at mine in a hand mirror and they appeared to be quite delicate, Rachel’s were a lot thicker but looked so inviting, her clit stood out so big, surely the passion made them. He responds, inhaling deeply, by tickling me with his tongue. I pull away and look into his eyes. They are soft. They are calm. They are peaceful. He is looking straight at me for who I am. He is not drunk on lust. He is not in a hurry to go further. He has no intention other than sharing this moment. He knows how to give pleasure and he is confident in his ability to make me melt. I feel like I’m already a puddle at his feet. I look up into his eyes again and invite him for another kiss. He.