Gretchen and her mother's eyes were identical, a deep green color and very similar facial figures, although her body was stout compared to her daughte....Following the introductions and small talk for a few minutes, Gretchen and I went to her room to begin our study. Her bedroom was a small room, off to the back of the house, adorned with shelves of books, a small desk and computer. Her bed was large and almost completely filled the remainder of the room, leaving little space for her dresser. To. Although Zoe felt she was on the brink of an orgasm, her mom let the nipple slip from her mouth. The break allowed Zoe’s body rest from the brink of orgasm, but she was still unable to move.Zoe staring at the ceiling, felt her mom move on the bed, then her panties were being pulled down. she could feel her mom’s hands grip her thighs, as she said “Abbey, your pussy is so beautiful”. Then Zoe felt a soft warmth touch her pussy, trying to look down, she could just see her mom’s head between her. "When our parents died, their money was split evenly between my sister and me. She bought a house while I put all mine in a trust fund that I've never touched and I hoped had grown considerably over the last ten years or so."Never mind that, let me look at you," she said.We both gave the other a long lingering look. My sister Carol is two years older than me and the years hadn't been all that kind. She used to be so slender with small gentle curves but she seemed to have added a few pounds."You. .." he mumbled, fumbling with the hooks on her bra."Here, let me help," she said, not wanting him to tear her clothing.Laura had always dated older guys. Well, in her limited experience, that is. Dwight had been twenty-one. She had no idea how old Milton and his friends were, but if pressed she'd have guessed forties and fifties.Justin's being younger felt good. For one, she knew she could control him. He would go only as far as she wanted him too. The problem, if it was a problem was her.