She sat on the bench and asked to see the black "Christian Dior's". I got those shoes and sat on the stool. Her skirt was riding very high above her k...ees and that made me and my dick quite happy, lol. I placed the first shoe on her foot and as I was putting on the second shoe, her thighs parted and holy smokes, there it was! "The Snatch"!!! She was naked down there! Her thighs stayed parted and she leaned back against the bench, affording me a really good angle to look at her pussy. It was. Every feeling of fear left me as I leaned closer to drink in this unexpected delight. My vulva rubbed against the arm of the couch and sparks of pleasure jumped from my body. I jerked back with the first flash but I slowly spread my thighs again, resting my vulva against the couch's arm. I began a slow rocking against on the couch.The pressure of the rocking against my swollen clitoris on the couch was heavenly. My hands rubbed my breasts while my eyes never left the sight of his cock. I. The sound of water splashing in the bath fills the quietness of the room, he stand beside her, Come on sexy, he holds out his hand to help her from the bed, she stands before him , he smiles and kisses her, her lips soft and sensual. He leads her to the bathroom and hold her hand as she climbs into the warm shower, he follows the warm water falling over her hair, cascading over her body, his hands reach round her and he pull her tight against him, as they both step back under the water, she. Mine was a bit different with my own mother. To try to explain how it came to being that way is kind of hard to do. However, I'll try my best and then maybe you'll understand.It all started almost before I was to turn 19. I lived with my Father Chris and my Mother Jenny in a small Midwestern town just south of a big metropolis city. My father at the time was in the Arm reserves and had just been deployed overseas. So to make ends meet mom took up an online typing position on a part-time basis.