Her Mom usually had a bit of a smirk on her face, I thought, and it seemed to me that she was enabling us in our promiscuous delights. She never said ...nything about it to me, however. My Mom and I were always close, and even more so after Dad passed away. I had told her that Nancy and I were having sex, and it had not come as a surprise to her. She said that she assumed that it would happen before long, and was pleased that it had not happened until my senior year. Her primary concerns were. I did have to meet the skill requirements, though, but that didn?t takelong. And then along came the recession of 1975, and I got laid off.I spent a few months on unemployment, looking for another job, and hadabsolutely NO luck. So I literally ?bit the bullet? and enlisted inthe Air Force. My mom was horrified, she being a child of World War IIwas under the impression that someone with a college degree wasautomatically sent off to Officer Training School. I took the exam forit, made a good. This forced you to alter your strategy and you switched from nibbling my clit to plunging your tongue deeply into my highly aroused smooth cunt. I moaned in pure delight and then shivered all over before exploding in a flood of pussy juices. You felt the taste was exquisite and you lapped up every bit. I then decided that I wanted to be in control as I sat and forced you onto your back. I applied a ton of tanning oil and began to massage your chest and inner thighs, all while carefully avoiding. Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling through the.