Saving it for later on. Out of a haze, “let me taste your nectar, my love I want to indulge you too”. As you lay on your back I come between your ...egs. Your panty is still on, so I gently pull them down your legs. As they pass your sculptured feet I kiss the top of each. You open yourself looking into my face moving to consume the nectar I yearn. The tip of my tongue searches for the clitoris. In route I cherish and taste each rose pedal engulfed in its evening dew. The tip touches the spot. "Pretty much," he replied. "What do you think?" The latter comment was directed at our son."I ... I ... uh... ," Jason stuttered slightly."Doesn't she look great?" Hubby asked him. "Mom's pretty hot stuff, isn't she?" Well, yeah Dad, I mean..." Alan, come on," I said. "This is a bit much, isn't it?" Relax," he replied. "Jason doesn't mind. Mom looks good like that, doesn't she?" Of course, Dad. Mom's beautiful." And she doesn't mind you seeing her that way. You don't mind, do you Honey? You. Only there was something unusual about it. Nanette’s normal running wear was like Em’s—Spandex that clung to her every curve and made it such a joy to run behind her. Only the shorts Nanette wore this time were similar to mine and were what V1 thought of as gym shorts with a loose-fitting leg. These were from Nike, which I knew because there was a logo just at the hem of the shorts that I looked down at when I lifted her leg.Fuck! Nice view! I mean, it wasn’t as if I could see up the leg hole. Deirdre pulled her skirt up letting the air reach my sweaty head. I lifted myself. She slid her skirt down again and I rested my head in her lap. Her hands stroked my hair. Both of us were wringing with sweat from our exertions.“Anyone for coffee?”Deirdre jumped. I turned my head. Brigit entered the room with three cups of coffee on a tray. I looked up at Deirdre. She had gone white again. “Deirdre,” I said. “Meet Brigit. Brigit, this is Deirdre.”“I know who she is. She knows who I am,” said.