She bent over about 90 degrees at the waist, reached back, and unashamedly spread her butt cheeks like it was the most natural thing in the world to d.... She took my breath away with what she was showing me so naturally and without any shame. She had a nice round butt and her butt cheeks made a perfect frame for her butthole, which was unlike any butthole I'd ever seen before in my life. She was flexing her butthole, pushing it in and out, and asked me if I could see any sand. Her butthole. But that soon passed. I knew what I had done. I was angry. I was happy, giddy almost. I thought of John, then David. What had I done. Didnt I cross a line. Didnt I break the rules that every good person in this world knew was an essential rule. I dove back into my pillow and tried to get it out of my mind, but it was impossible. One cannot escape ones mind. But what had changed? Had the sun not come up? Was there a protest on the doorstep protesting the natural order of the world? The answer. Clearly I was in the mood, but today it was the most powerful I had ever experienced before, and even when I touched myself I felt I would explode, the waves of desire swept across my fevered body, but I wanted to wait, my mind was constantly focused on my son, last night I felt him press against me, his urgency, remained between my buttocks, which I unashamedly pressed back at him.I arose as he slept in the morning, and in the stillness of the morning light, I stared at him, suddenly the. Mum told us kids to change into something a little dressier so we couldgo out to dinner. Philippa put on a pretty blue dress whilst I selecteda pink dress. Both our dresses were knee length.I thought my dress was really nice, it was made from chiffon and hadflowers embroidered all over it. I wore a pink full slip, white fishnetstockings pink slingbacks. After I got dressed, Philippa helped me fixmy hair into a plaited ponytail held in place by a pink scrunchie.I gave my self a quick spray.