(I had that luck.... no one ever questioned me about my underwear being unusual dirty.) With my shirt and jeans, I had better luck: they smelled light...y shitty, however, they were clean, so I just dressed without the underwear, putting this at the heating in my room to get dried. Luckily, the walk the rest of my family was on was a longer one...So the weekend went by. On saturday evening, I found my underwear had dried on the heating, and I could put it on again. The shitty smell from my. ”I smirked as I walked by, giving her a firm pat on the ass before heading towards the living room. A few minutes later May followed, carrying two glasses. She set one glass on the coffee table in front of me and sat on the other couch, immediately taking a long drink. “What’s this?” I asked suspiciously, smelling the dark liquid that filled the glass. “Rum and Coke,” she answered, setting her drink back down. “Sorry. I didn’t have any diet.”“That’s okay,” I answered, before taking a sip. . I take a lick. It tastes great. I take a lick. It tastes fantastic. It tastes fucking fantastic. I keep my hand resting on her ass as I slip off the couch to face her, bringing my other hand up to help me separate her pussy lips, then slide my left hand off of her ass, but never leaving her body until it too is helping my tongue. One hand opening her up, one hand encouraging her juices to flow, one tongue lapping up the nectar. “Oh god!.... Yes, I’m fine, I just screwed up. Keep advancing!” I. I realized that's what I'd become. Mom. Oh, the minister and a couple of people at church called me Mrs. Bond, but for the most part I was either Mom or Wes & Les's Mom. Maybe I'd been hiding behind that identity because I didn't like what Sue had become. Hell, my husband even called me Mom when he happened to grace us with his presence.Dr. Bradley was saying something about not touching the elevator walls because we were in the one they used for lepers and pulled me back into the present.The.