She hezitated for a couple of minutes then slowly hooked the waist line of her silk pajama bottoms with her thumbs, and slowly slid them down to her a...kles. I stared at my mothers hairy vagina, and slowly reached over and ran my fingers through her pubic hair and down to her wet pussy. She trembled and let out a deep sigh as my fingers ran through her pubic hair. I soon slid my middle finger into my mothers warm vagina, she started letting out short low moans and she tilted her head back as i. Before we start perhaps it would be in order to describe the lady her circumstances and her passions. I shall not use her name as she needs to be anonymous, she works for a government department and it would be churlish to cause her a problem so we shall call her Sue, she has a hubby we shall call him Tom for the very same reason. He knows and is turned on by her on line chat, in fact on at least a couple of occasions has benefitted by them as we chatted.I have a number of Pictures of Sue,. We both sat down, and I put in my earbuds and cranked the music on my phone.I always put together a unique playlist for once I’m on the course, usually with a collection of up-tempo, hard-driving songs, but I always listen to the same playlist before the race. It is decidedly much more mellow, and relaxes me as I stretch myself out and do a few visualization techniques that I learned in counseling over the years.It starts with a hymn I grew up with that is based on Psalm 95. Every time I listen. After getting the laundry started, she reached down to adjust her panties and found them to be damp. She wiggled her panties down and slipped a finger into herself, to find her puss to nearly dripping. “What is wrong with me?” she thought to herself. With her curiosity over her husband’s visitor running amuck, she had never made it to the closet to store her boyfriend-toy away. Still standing in front of the clothes washer, she picked up her toy from the top of the drier and turned it on. When.