Claire let her gaze sweep the room. There! An empty seat, in the second to last row.She made her way over and asked perfunctorily. "Hey, may I have th...s one?"The girl who sat on the next seat jerked before she nodded without looking. Claire did not know her; she was sitting hunched over as if to avoid contact. Babcock was still fiddling with the cables and Claire gave it another try."Hi, I'm Claire."The girl lifted her head and Claire looked into a pair of surprisingly blue eyes under brunette,. Mom: What?Me: I want to taste your pussy juices.Mom (after a small pause): Ok, but don’t misuse the chance.Me: I will promise you that I won’t enter the pussy.Mom: I will serve tiffin to dad and then I will come.Me: I want to touch your boobs.Mom: No, eat the tiffin.I then got up and held mom’s boobs with my hand and started pressing them. I slipped my hand into jacked and touched her nipples.It has gone for the next few minutes. I then started touching her pussy over her sari. I started. I nodded my head. He asked if I would take the towel off. I didn't say anything, but took it off me and lay there on the couch so excited to see him naked and equally excited that he was seeing me naked. He asked me then if I wanted to touch his cock. That was the first time I had heard that word, but knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded my head. He sat next to me on the couch and didn't say a word waiting for me to work up the courage to touch it."I can still see my hand. She wore calf high heeled boots that accented her slim legs.As they happy couple approached Fred's college friends hand in hand; there were six or seven men standing around watching another game on the television that was mounted to a large motor home that was owned by Steve Mallory. Steve was an old friend and prominent businessman in the area. Fred and Steve had worked together in the past and he always invited him to the tailgate. As the Jackson's walked up about half of them turned and.