Of course watching her saunter around my kitchen butt-naked was breathtaking in its own right. I was concerned about how she was feeling, especially a...ter last night ... So I exercised my masterly duties and made her present herself for inspection. Jesus. I had to use every ounce of my control not to take her again in the kitchen. At this rate, we'd never get on with our day and as much as I wanted her, I knew we needed to wait until after we talked. Anticipation also has its charms.Once she'd. Mom was wiggling her hips while talking money. Once the panties were clear and in my pocket mom announced “basement, I have to see the basement” The realtor jumped like she’d been shot and led us to the basement. Mom casually told her that the basement is where we do our exercises and most of our foreplay has also been down there as well. Once in the basement which was mostly empty, mom grabbed one of those metal uprights in the center of the room, she bent forward and thrust out her ass. She responded by breathing harder and letting him. She couldnt believe she was letting them do this to her! Like a whore, she seemed to have no shame. Well she did actually feel shame, but she wasnt doing anything about it. In fact she knew that she would let them do anything at this point and she desperately wanted to be in another room and away from this crowd. As if on cue the guy moved up to her ear and whispered discreetly, Do you want to fuck now, mami? Thank god! She did and nodded her. Mataoka had already cut a lot of stalks to use as thatch and, as we were so practiced making wigwams, we soon had a roof on. I had to make it quite pitched because of how we were thatching it, so the low eaves didn’t stop you standing up straight inside.It all went quickly – suddenly – and the house was transformed from an open-top box exposed to the elements into something that really felt like a house. Like home. Mataoka quickly rigged up a cot like the Indians had in the wigwams and we moved.