Jane has always looked hot and sexy in my eyes and if my wife looks like her mother at her age, 52 years old, I will be over the moon. My wife told me...a couple of days after her mother arrived that they had a hart to hart about her dad, it seemed that Tom was always working and never had time for Jane. Karla my wife asked if it was alright if her mother could stop for a few more days and I said yes. On our anniversary, Jane insisted that she would stop at home and let us two go out and enjoy. My heart is fluttering, an ache in my stomach, so nervous. I reach out and put my hand on the woman's right hip, no reaction - relief!. I slide my hand under the jumper and touch the soft skin. The woman moves slightly closer, it is her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading. C and K started laughing hysterically as I had to strip, my dick still hard, and streak my way across the parking lot in broad daylight(it was about 12:30 now) carrying trashbags. I finally got to the dumpster, which thankfully is located inside a fenced in area. Looking around before heading back, I began to run across the parking lot to get back to the apartment. About halfway across, C yelled at me, telling me to go back and start again, but I had to skip across this time since I had. She squeezed Laura’s hand reassuringly. “My hands are full, so you’ll need to get the doors on the way out.”“I can do that,” Laura said. “Ugh.”Alaina looked back and saw the other girl clutching her head. “You okay?”“Just a headache suddenly,” Laura said, her face screwing up in pain. “Owie kazowie, that really hurts.”Alaina snorted. “Laura, you have the cutest way of talking sometimes.”“I was always the big sister,” Laura said. “Ooh, wow.” Her grip tightened on her forehead and she squinted..