..you are such a slut!'. Blondie was her nickname for my mom. 'Thank you. You look adorable with those pigtails baby. May I take your coat?', said my ...om and moved behind Lana to take her coat. As the coat came off I realized why she was wearing it. She was wearing a pink half cup bra, pink suspenders and pink stockings. Again...no panties. Her black bush looked wet and ready to fuck. My mom grabbed one firm medium breast from behind her with one hand, put her other hand on her wet pussy and. The sheepdog, ever-protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep.After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.A few weeks passed-by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Kathleen WynneThat evening, the man brought Wynne to the evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of. "She looked at me and smiled, "You're falling in love with me?" Oh hell yes."She slid into my arms and the deep kiss resumed. I wanted her so bad. I knew she wouldn't stop me from taking anything I wanted. I wanted to cup her large breasts, to kiss her all over, to taste her juices and to drive my now incredibly hard cock into her every where I could find an opening... This time I broke the kiss. She looked at me strangely like she wondered why I stopped."Linda... before I go past where I can. What happened would stay between us. No one, especially her mom, would know. At that she seemed relieved and gave me a hug. It turns out this talk gave her a real boost in confidence. She was being friendly with me again. And playful. One morning she even teased me with a look at her ass. We shared a smile. She had gone back to sleeping in just a t-shirt. She repeated this on several occasions, making my cock very hard. I jacked it to her many times, thinking about her bending over the table.