"Sure hun," Sara said.Charles looked at Ivy, pointing towards the direction of the hallway outside the lounge. Ivy got up ad put her cup down. Ivy fol...owed Charles towards the outside hall. Charles made sure that they far away from the lounge's doorway. That they were out of his mom's hearing range.Ivy crossed her arms over her chest, looking bitterly towards Charles. Charles was scared, intimidated and worried."Listen I didn't know they were going to try something like that. They saw you and I. Most redheads do not tan. Her French braids down to their waist; golden tan over a slight sprinkling of freckles created an unexpected surprise to most men. South American men were not accustomed to seeing red hair on a tanned and freckled Yankee. To a South American, this woman of forty looked younger than thirty; more like the Indian teenagers and women in their early twenties.Jenn put on her two pairs of wool socks. She put on her almost knee-high lumberjack boots. She pulled the boot-cut. " Good idea darling," she smiled. "Get your kit off and get in, you've done more to earn this than I have." Behave, mum, you never know what I might get up to in there."I laughed and refilled my empty glass."We'll just have to wait and see then won't we?" her eyes were shining as she met my gaze above the rim of her glass, she took a long pull of the cigarette.Not once did she avert her glance as I took off my tee shirt and stepped out of my jeans, only when I shed my underpants did she look. Laughing, she said, "I'm glad I still go to the gym five days a week. I need to be limber to do this." "Are you ready?" "Yes." I pushed my cock into Jeanne's ass. I moved slowly. She whispered, "That feels nice." As soon as I was all the way inside her I asked, "Can I start fucking you?" "Yes, but be gentle. I'm still a little nervous about this." "Don't worry, I'll be careful; slow dancing only." I started fucking Jeanne's ass with a slow easy rhythm. "Michael, that feels nice." I picked up.