"Uh huh, uh huh, yeah. Just like that, oh yessssssss." Suddenly her hips went wild. I tickled faster, and she moaned like I felt when I came, and I sm...lled the smell again. Her hand was down there, and below mine her fingers were sort of buried inside her. Dimly, I realized that must be her vagina, her cunt. "Oh Mom, are you cumming too? God you smell good."She was crying kind of shrilly as we both kept pushing at her hairy mound. I couldn't believe it, I was completely surprised, but I thought. You couldn't see everything, but my husband was enjoying the unexpected voyeur experience. A few times I would walk ahead and just raise the back of my skirt, giving him a quick peak of my jiggly cheeks. I didn't realize someone else had taken notice. I went into a store to get some taffy. When I came out my husband was talking to someone, but I paid no attention. We continued to walk, hand in hand. Then I would drop his hand and he would slow his walk and I would give him another peak. . God, I hated those calls. Nobody was ever on the line. At first I thought it was a series of wrong numbers, but on several occasions I heard breathing on the other end of the line. Just what I needed, crank calls. I swore at them. Hung up on them. I even called John Robert at work and told him in no uncertain words to stop calling — just in case it was him. It’s funny, there wasn’t a pattern, except that the majority of calls came in after 10 at night. Late one Saturday night, after watching a. I move behind her, standing so close my hard nipples graze the back of her shoulders, I lean over and softly kiss and lick her neck. Her skin smells of peaches, so soft, sensitive and young, I move up behind her ear, flicking my tongue out tasting her, then I whisper in her ear, Do you want to join us and play? Explore your body&hellip,&hellip,..taste your skin&hellip,&hellip,stroke your beautiful dark nipples&hellip,&hellip,.even&hellip,&hellip,lick and&hellip,&hellip,.bite.