“I’m not sure. I hope someone found her and gave her a good home. She was a kitty I rescued when I first arrived in Cote d’Ivoire.”Mac took he... hand. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories.”“It’s not your fault. I brought up the cat,” she said quietly.They didn’t talk much the rest of the bus ride nor on the car ride back to the hotel.Once in the apartment, Grace took off her shoes and poured herself a glass of sparkling water. “Would you like a glass of water?” she asked. If she could take them off, why the hell couldn't she put them back on? Locked in her own mind, she somehow got partway out for sex. Had she always been a sex maniac or was that part of her mental illness? At home she had seemed so reserved. Before all this happened, I had never even thought of my parents having sex.I walked over to Mom and sat at her feet, inspecting the panties so as not to put them on backwards. When I lifted Mom's left foot, her right leg shifted outward. There they were. She said its ok and we stood-up to leave. While we reached the car. I held her hand and said:Me: Megha I am sorry, I should not have said so.Megha: You can ask me anything Rishi, you have all the rights.Me: So tell me.Megha: Obviously he is not as good as you, you were the best. I have reduced my standards and it doesn’t matter anymore.Me: Really?She started sobbing. I hugged her and she hugged back tightly. I was caressing her back and she started looking in my eyes and we kissed. We kissed. And that is how I came to be laying between her spread thighs with my tongue probing between her dark engorged pussy lips. She was wet ... getting wetter by the minute from my efforts.She had quite a fluffy haired mound but she had been shaving around her pussy lips so I didn't need to part the forest to find her river of juices.I thrust my tongue between her wet lips and into her tight pussy canal entryway. Probing with my tongue tip sent her body into spasms - she was close to her first cum.