That showed some trouble on her face coz she never lifted her petticoat above her knees so somehow she did what she was trying to do she made her hand... reach her underwear & somehow she pulled it down to her feet & stepped out of that now she was only in her petticoat with a towel wrapped around her boobs then she opened the towel from below just so that only the portion till her naval was visible & then from the tip of her petticoat she put her one hand inside her pussy & started to moan in. And he continued to dote on her almost all of the time, even if his heart didn’t seem quite as into it as it once had. Maybe it had all become too routine. She had tried never to place many demands on him, and he certainly never placed any on her. They both just went about doing what they felt needed to be done, helping each other when it seemed to be necessary, rarely arguing, but also rarely discussing what each other might want or need. It had become very comfortable, but perhaps. Remembering his mother, he remembered her funeral. The funeral they had when he was only five! Dad had never remarried, so how could he remember his mother helping him through his first period at nine, when she had died four years before?Another thing, when he remembered his mother, there were two faces that sprang to mind. One, the woman who died when he was a child, the other, the woman who bought him his first dress, helped him through his first period, discussed the facts of life with him,. The persistent licking made Aline move her lower body like a belly dancer, unable to get up due to the tight hold still being on her legs. One powerful rush of arousal hit Aline so hard that she did manage to break Trent’s hold, laying on the floor taking deep breaths before having her throat grabbed. Trent’s cock went halfway into Aline’s wet pussy as she let out a loud moan.“Ah fuck,” said Aline, her body covered in sweat.The imbalance was so clear in the encounter, Trent was aroused but hard.