Ms. Bergman had a classical beautyabout her. She was statuesque. She was tall and thin with long brown hairwith red highlights. She appeared to be in ...er early 30's, but I knew shewas actually ten years older than that. Other women would ask her for hersecret, but each time she replied that it was genetics.Ms. Bergman always dressed in designer suits and dresses. She constantlyconveyed authority and regality no matter if she was wearing pants, askirt or a dress. There was nothing that she. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be suspicious if we went back after she came over, so it was a perfect chance to try what I had in mind. Georgia came over, and after about an hour, I told my mom we were going out back. We walked to the greenhouse and found Kris there as planned. He has slipped in the back and set up a pallet of sleeping bags in the far corner. As instructed, he was naked, and b obviously ready for our plan, as his cock was at full attention.I walked over and kissed him, grabbing his cock. "Honey," I began, "You know your Mom doesn't ... iron, right?"The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully enough, as there are always chores needed to keep my home as I wanted it. Once I finished the yard work, I wanted to go shooting, so I unlimbered the reloading press, and set up my favorite .45 plinking load. I cranked out a hundred or so rounds, losing myself in the rhythm of operating a progressive reloading press. The attention to detail, the satisfying "clink" of finished rounds. I started sucking her lips slowly as I could taste her lipstick mixing into my saliva. Slowly I entered my tongue into her mouth and start playing with her tongue. I sucked her lower lips, she was not resisting but was passive.I grabbed her waist pulled her closer, started licking her neck and biting her ears.. She now pulled my hairs and I knew she got excited. I pushed her against the wall, I picked her up with her legs wrapped around my torso we were kissing wildly and lot of love bites were.