Her thighs looked a little like mine.Begin slowly, I thought. I rubbed my boobs, my nipples, pulling slightly at my nipples… rubbed the bottom of my...breasts, lightly, with my fingertips, something that always causes a reaction to flare. I trailed my fingers down my tummy to my thighs… and along the sides of my labia. I stroked gently, watching the woman get up from bed only to have her stepson wander into the room and find the cell phone, where mom was giving her son a blowjob.The middle finger. She just looked at me, puzzled. I knew she was wondering if I didn't want to be with her. "Mom. Relax! Sarah is going out with the girls tonight. She has a bachelorette party to go to. She won't be back till Sunday. We have 2 whole nights with each other!" Mom exhaled and then slumped on the bed, breathing heavily. She buried her face into her things on the bed and started sobbing. I gently caressed her back and let me hands come all the way down to her hips. Then I started massaging her ass.. In fact the tide was beginning to recede, but I knew I could get in a couple of hours fishing before it had ebbed too far out. Using the knife, I prised clams off the rocks to use as bait. I twirled the line three of four times then let it go to splash out some distance into the water. Annie Rocks was the only place near the house convenient to fish from, but past experience had taught me that the fishing was more an exercise in optimism than the reality of catching anything. It was therefore. She had on a cropped shirt that came just below her tits and a skirt that couldn’t have been six inches long. She had on a black choker and her eyes and face was heavily made up, making her appear quite a bit older.I felt under dressed now and jumped up to change, only to find my cloths already laid out. The nice jeans and button up shirt that the girls had bought for me wasn’t what I would have picked, but I had to admit they looked good. We headed out to a nearby club Katy had been to on a.