The shampoo was an intoxicating tropical shampoo. The sexy thirty-eight year old was nervous, but excited. Life was too short to have regrets. If her ...usband Paul wouldn’t make “it happen” then she would. Her hands carefully scrubbed her one hundred and five pound taut body. The gym and yoga sessions had kept her body looking amazingly toned and fit for her age. The distracted sex-deprived mother of one felt so youthful tonight. She was grinning for no reason at all. Carol steeled her nerves to. We were going after Saddam. We just didn’t know the exact timing. Bobby was running around the house faster than we wanted and was even talking understandably, to his parents anyway. Again we talked about Kathy resigning but she didn’t want to stay home all day worrying about what might be happening to me. I wanted the night before I left to be reasonably normal. Kathy cooked her pot roast that I loved with potatoes and carrots, ice cream for dessert. I gave Bobby his bath, put on his pajamas. I reached over to touch Mary, watching as she made herself more available to my hand. I caressed her pussy gently rubbing my fingers across her lips and clit. With Tom stroking on my own cock, Steve working on himself and Tom and as Mary asked Bruce if she could help. She reached over and began to work on Bruce, Mary clearly enjoying Bruce’s cock and him clearly enjoying it. As I worked on Mary with my hand and fingers, feeling the building of her pleasure as I watched as she worked with. Their eyes met shortly and they both blushed. Neither of them could imagine why the other one blushed. But soon they returned to normal. "Hi Lisa" said Joan. "What was your day like?" It was fine mama. I'm just a little sleepy and I want to go early to bed." She looked at her mother and thought that the night before she had listened to when this woman, her mother, was fucked hard and that she had spied on her when she was wiping the sperm from her pussy afterwards. It was strange, but yet it.