She squirmed and inched her panties down so I could kiss her bare skin. Soon those panties were down around her knees and my mouth was on her bare lit...le pussy. She rocked her hips against my face as I hesitantly touched her with my tongue. She tasted unusual, kind of baby powderish or maybe soap with an almost baby-like smell. I didn’t mind it; in fact, I got really hard and sticky. She whimpered and closed her legs and I climbed up beside her, well actually, I guess I was on top of her. My. “I love thinking about what you’re doing under your blanket.”She smiled again, clearly more comfortable with this than I was. “I’m so excited right now, I love knowing what’s going on under your blanket, too. Please keep telling me what you’re doing and I’ll do the same. I’m now sawing my hand up and down across my pussy. My clit feels fantastic.”I wasn’t rubbing myself too hard at this point – how could I? Knowing that she was masturbating just a few feet from me, talking about how good her. At least now she was fully recovered from her wedding party orgy and ready to move on to new adventures choosing her new partner or partners with her discerning eyes.The bartender was a handsome fellow. She knew he was too handsome and too friendly to be in reserve for female companionship. He was obviously swinging for the other side and his goal was a well-hung male and not any unattached female looking for a good time.Still, he was a good conversationalist, and he had a ready laugh to spice. . we've, well ... you know, done things ... things that perhaps we might not should be doing, especially in front of our own son. I just didn't want you thinking anything horrible about your father and I because of it." I'm not," I assured her. "Sure ... at first maybe it seemed a little weird, a little strange to me. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," I began. Nudity in front of one another growing up never had been an issue. My parents had brought me up not to think that way, so.