I had just turned on the radio to find something worth listening to whenI caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I reached for the 9mm Brownin... that I was wearing in a cross draw holster. Carjacking was becoming all too common, and I wasn’t about to give up my nice new car without a fight. As the gun came clear of the holster, I got a good look at what was coming my way. A young woman in a torn t-shirt and cut off blue jeans. She practically dove head first through the open passenger. He kissed her gently on the mouth before giving her a more intense kiss, allowing his tongue to freely wonder into her mouth and intertwine with her waiting tongue. Her mouth tasted great, sweet and somehow intimate. Not as delicious as her sweet pussy of course, but still yummy. He started to slowly massage her boobs, applying more pressure when he could hear her breathing get heavier and quicken. He pulled his mouth reluctantly away from hers and gently planted wet kisses all the way from. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared before me in black underwear. As she led me through the back door, I couldn't help thinking "FUCK! I've just nearly seen Mike's mum's tits! The black lace of the bra against her white tits actually gave me a stiffy I hadn't expected. I was 18. I wasn't into older women, or so I thought.I got a Coke from the fridge and she came back to the living room. She hadn't dressed. She seemed to have forgotten she was still in bra and panties. Mrs. That never seemed to be much of a problem. The girls were always inthe highest spirits whenever he visited them. In addition, theyalways seemed quite disappointed when he finally decided to leave.But that had all changed on the day he'd been instructed to take thatconvicted pedophile out to Madame Helena for an interview. He'd neverbeen able to figure out how someone like that could have ever beenadmitted and subsequently placed in the WRPP. The perverted littlebastard was a damn fucking.