I also put my finger inside her pussy. It was warm and wet inside. I kept on fingering it. My movement of hands suddenly triggered good juices from th...re. My hand was wet. I took my finger out and licked it. It was licking good.“Mom are you enjoying?” I asked.“None of your business” She said. She was probably ashamed feeling warm by her son.“I think the tub must be sufficiently hot now , lets hop in” I said. She did not reply but got up.She got up smoothly. Her pains vanished it seems.“Okay let. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. About fifteen cars had passed and nobody stopped. Venice had an idea. She hitched up her denim skirt even more and started leaning back into the window of her own car as if looking for something, showing off her perfect ass at the same time.When she saw a pair of headlights slowly coming towards her she lifted her legs a little with her 4 inch pumps. The car, a brand new BMW pulled up behind her car. Venice walked over to the. Sex does that to you, it turns and encourages ideas and dirty little thoughts, into realities with far reaching consequences, usually involving complete strangers, because, well, for me that is, in keeping it a secret, so I can do it again and again and all because I have a high sex drive and love satisfying myself.I'm Frida, now in my thirties, with an enviable tally of close to double my age in engaging with men I don't know or ever met before for casual sex in public places.Slut and nympho. “I don’t plan on losing.”Wesley chuckled. “That sounded like a challenge. I’ll need to do some thinking. Right now, I can barely walk, much less anything else.”“Was I that good?” Amaya teased. She was delighted. It was nice to know she could affect him so.“You were excellent,” Wesley said.“Oh, I had a question,” Amaya said. She hated to ask and possibly ruin the moment, but she never knew when he might hang up. “Will you be needing me tomorrow afternoon? I had something planned.”Wesley got.