She knew that Shawn didn't know who he was talking too, but still..."Hey, I told ya that is some fine shit you got there girl. You sure ya don't want ...a give my man Shawn here a little sample of that fine assed pussy of yers?"The thought of Shawn sitting there next to Cricket hearing the conversation started to turn her on in spite of herself, and she found herself saying, "Yeah, you'd like that, too, wouldn't you!" You know it Baby, but only if I get to drill that ass of yours first!"She could. After a while she said, Im afraid youre not going to get much rest all worked up like that. Who needs rest? I happily remarked. She started running her hand up and down my bare leg. In response I rubbed her bare arm and squeezed her fingers. Our caresses, though relatively innocent at this point, felt very very sensual. Mom kept just slightly moving her hips against my cock from time to time. Would it help if I let you feel my breasts? Mom asked, and she started unbuttoning the top of her. Her breath became tighter as the stimulation continued. I was getting very turned on from my touching her body, as well as from her warm touch, as her hands moved wherever she could comfortably reach.I pushed her dress gradually towards her head. Her incredible, well-proportioned breasts came into view. Both of us were getting increasingly excited. She shoved my pants down as far as she could. I briefly assisted her, as both of our bodies became increasingly visible. She finished. The medieval town of Bezier, in the south of France, looked a nice enough place, so I decided to stay a few days.“Trois jours,” (three days) I told her, and yes to the power and water. We went to her office overlooking the lock and I signed the paperwork and paid the fees.She walked back with me and helped me connect the power and water lines. I offered her a glass of wine, which she accepted. We sat on a bench on the bank and sipped the local red wine. The sunlight, reflected off the surface.