Instead she just watched her mother's ass shake as she stood up and left the room to finish changing. She caught herself doing this, and shook her hea... thinking of how her perception of her mother had changed so drastically. She'd never really thought of her mother as being sexual before, but now that element seemed to be so prominent. Red marks or no, Ayla knew deep inside that she'd not been dreaming last night. And if it were a dream, it would still say something horrid about what urges. I envisioned her dark hair splayed across my bed with her thin pale legs tight up against her chest as my face is buried in the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever eaten. I run my tongue the length of her slit and back not stopping until I take a stab into her puckered rose. This sends her into a mind shattering orgasm I feel her legs tighten around my neck until I can feel the pressure starting to cut off my air supply. As she comes back down to earth I wrap her legs around my waist as I shove. ” and he left.When Paul returned, Meredith got up and kissed him. Her arms draped over his shoulders.“I’m glad that you brought me here. It’s different and beautiful. I’d never have pegged you for being a Trekkie.”“I’m not, I like the shows, a lot but I never got into knowing everything about them. I’ve got a surprise for you for tonight. It’s December 23rd and some of the neighbors will be over for a campfire down on the beach.”“Really?” as she continued to kiss him and used her hips to grind. "All right," I replied. "Don't rub it in." "I take it that it doesn't pay too well?" she questioned me. "No. But I have another job at nights," I told her. "I'm a stripper. Tonight's my night off." "A stripper? I'd like to see that," she laughed. "I've never been to a male strip show. Do you do the "full monty"?" "Of course," I replied. Her face went a charming shade of red as she contemplated her next question. "When you are stripping...?" she asked, tentatively. "Yes," I encouraged her. "Do.