‘I would have thought he was a bit old for you, are you sure it’s him?’ ‘Oh yes,’ She said mournfully, ‘He’s carrying a copy of the Inte...net World, just like he said he would. I’ve been trying to decide whether to introduce myself or not, he’s nothing like he described.’ ‘Yes, I heard,’ said the young man, ‘has he no way of recognising you?’ ‘Well, I described myself to him, but he’s supposed to recognise me by this’ and, leaning closer, she revealed a scrunched up bundle of pale green silk,. ’ I crossed the kitchen and pecked Mr J on his cheek. He had the bleary look of a man trying to pretend the night before had not happened. ‘This is Jane. She’s James’s mother.’ ‘I’m Susan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Your son is a very talented photographer.’ If life has taught me anything it’s that no woman can resist someone flattering her children. I pasted on my broadest smile and held out a hand. She took it in a barely perceptible grip between her thumb and limp fingers. It was clear the. My skirt rode up as I bent over letting the damp lace of my thong show. I smiled as I thought of how the sight of my thong covered pussy and my exposed, firm round ass cheeks would torture your mind. That thought brought more wetness to my flooded pussy. I straightened, still swaying to the sound of the music. I slowly unbuckled my belt, then teased you with a feel of the leather by running it across your bare shoulders; knowing that my firm, lace covered tits were just out of the reach of. Eventually my orgasm subsided, my eyes began to open, the screen coming back into focus, my nerves relaxing, my breathing beginning to normalise. I lay for several minutes, the afterglow of my biggest orgasm ever, still keeping me in a fully aroused state. On the TV an older couple were pulling the clothes off a hot young blonde, the husbands cock guided to her mouth by his wife. I pulled my panties down my legs, as they slipped to the floor, the wife on the screen was pulling her dress off,.