Starting from the top, my mother. Age 39 and boy does she have looks that kill. Her brunette hair matches her face so generously, and her body is a cl...ar success from all the yoga she does (considering she's a yoga instructor and such). She has a light tan and her breasts are a marvelous 36 F. Her toned hips and torso accentuate her well-carved ass enough to make you possibly drool. Her legs are properly fit and shaped and sometimes, when she wears her tight yoga shorts, her thighs are to die. “Ohhhhhhhh…….. babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………. . That is sooo…….good. I want moreeeeeeee…… .” Garth whispered to her, “You ain’t had nothin’ yet, Moma.” With that he flicked his tongue onto her clit. Then settled down to feast on that nub. He nibbled and softly bit on the flesh of her clit, building up not only Em, but himself in the moments he continued to feast. This went on until Em cried out, “Baby, Moma wants you to fuck her.” Bracing himself on his hands, Garth lifted his body over her and kissed. "Travis, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't believe you. I thinkyou need to calm down and when you do, maybe we can figure out what'sreally going on here. If you want to wait in our lounge, have some hotchocolate and relax, we can talk more then...."Upon being offered hot chocolate, Travis became extremely paranoid. Itsounded just like being back at the house with Rachel and Karen."No, I don't want hot chocolate," he said. "I just.....what can Isay....I need you to believe me....I. Which, now that I thought about it, I didn't. "She's with Beth. She said she'd be home in a couple of hours or so."Mom just shrugged then stared at me. She sighed and grimaced. "You look so much like your father, you know that?"I nodded. I had seen the pictures and had seen the resemblance. I did not really remember him though. Just a bit, nothing really substantial, nothing worth bothering to remember.She laughed sadly. "We met in high school you know. A whirl wind romance that my parents did.