. i stared at her very wet pussy and i could feel my cock twitching.My mother moaned and squirmed as i probed her hairy pussy with my finger preparing...it for my cock.. I slid a second finger in and she started moaning a bit louder, and with that i removed my fingers and heard a slight *squich* as i removed them. I got on my knees and i placed one hard on the arch of my mothers back and i held my cock in my other hand, as i slid the head of my cock into my mothers wet pussy i could feel the. I'd got fairly fed up with its syrupy stickiness before we'd finished at Cardiff, and the ageing French lothario was still on Radio One several times a day. I admit that it was pleasant to have the radio on in the background when doing such repetitive work as washing and cleaning vegetables, but I cringed each time he came on.Don't get me wrong – Julie and I loved hearing the song again when it was used in the soundtrack of the film 'Notting Hill' a few years back, but constant repetition of. I tend to do this in public places where I am just a face in the crowd rather than in familiar places and setting. Trains tend to get my crotch watch attention as people look bored and rarely talk to anyone else. I am also conscious of men of all ages looking at me. Since I wear long skirts little do they realise I am without underwear and wet and aroused so they seem to dismiss me as potentially exciting unless my pert nipples cause stares.Sometimes on a train I notice an older man with bulge. This has left me very horny. I find myself masturbating much more than ever before.Anyway, my leave was coming to an end, so I was in the middle of looking for a nanny when my next adventure began. It was a beautiful day. Warm but not hot. Sunny with very little wind. I had been in the house all day interviewing nannies. It was so boring and I was horny as hell since I hadn’t been able to masturbate all day. My son was napping and the nanny interviews were done for the day, so I decided to go.