“Well, I’m glad I’m still sexually attractive, and to a young man at that.”“Are you aroused?” I asked. “Why don’t you find out?” she...said as she reached for my hard cock.So I started thinking...or should I say fantasizing...how could I set up situations in which her body would be exposed to strangers? I knew she wouldn’t take the initiative to expose herself. But if I encouraged her and told her what to do, I thought she’d do it.I decided that the best opportunities for exposure would be pizza. I moved my deck chair next to my mom’s. This was truly psychotic grass, where you can’t think or speak, but everything sensory seems to be underlined. I put my hand on her shoulders and began to stroke her lightly over the top of her back."Leaves fire trails..." she said slowly, referring no doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while, then shifted to the tops of her arms. She seemed to shift her weight toward me to give me greater access. I was so stoned, that the last thing I could. She handed me a permanent marker and I wrote on her tits like her husband had done to my mother. She called her husband and told him to hush right home, right then.I was standing in her closet when he entered. He saw the message that I had written on her tits and started treading water, but he was quickly drowning. She then told him to eat her pussy, to swallow my cum, or to get out. He chose to leave. Before he got to the door she told him that he had lost his job, lost his wife, lost his. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, leaving him gulping air as if he was a fish stranded on the beach.Patricia began to remove her bra with slow, deliberate movements, teasing the young man and making his girlfriend narrow her eyes in annoyance. The blonde returned her gaze, issuing a mental challenge and surprising the girl with her confidence. With one last smirk, the mature blonde peeled her bra away, revealing her expansive mammaries.The redhead could only stare. Patricia's ample,.