Pleasure and desire warred with her sense of independence and years of feminist training. She squirmed, trying to get some stimulation to her engorged...nipples. I kept my hands on the lush mounds, away from the nipples. Anger and lust mingled together in her expression, and always, the fire remained. Her hips squirmed, trying to get stimulation on her clit, too. "You get pleasure when I want you to get pleasure, bitch." I told her crossly. Okay, maybe I wanted to get back at her for watching me,. Mom grabbed my head and pushed me away.She then went on all fours on the couch, her face next to Charlie and her ass high up in the air. She pulled her long skirt up, around the waist revealing her large, fleshy ass."What do you see?" she asked me."Doorway to heaven!" I blurted out.Both mom and Charlie laughed. "Describe it you asshole" Charlie said."Its perfect ass mother." I described it. "Mom your hips are still firm and full, jutting out. I am sure I can't put my hands around your ass if I. "Is that it?" she whispered tearfully, "Are we done now?"Jenkins gave a sidelong grin. "Aye miss we're done now." He nodded."Good!" she sobbed slightly. "You had better get moving then!"They accomplished the rest of the journey in absolute silence. Even Mr. Jenkins seemed a little subdued.He pulled up outside the sprawling old house and he opened her door to help her out.Debbie looked to see Mr. Paterson standing in his door way waiting for her. As she walked towards him she remembered her. As we rafted on the river we floated the well known calypso songs, "Day-o," "big bamboo", etc. at the same time encouraging the visitors to loosen up and participate, I kept eying Margaret thinking if I could figure out the connection maybe I could score with her, but then something caught my eye. It was the hand of the older woman inside Margaret's blouse, she was tweaking her nipple, quite painfully, but the wild look of ecstasy in the young girls eyes that showed how much she enjoyed it. I.