They'd met at a private party two years earlier, where they'd been the evening's entertainment. There they were introduced to Beauty's skills and tale...ts. They were hooked immediately. They'd been regulars ever since. Beauty was putting on her specialty-made latex bodysuit and boots. It exposed her long 1" non-erect nipples, juicy round ass and cunt with it's exquisite cock like clit. The boots were opened at the toes. Both were gifts. As she stepped into the latex jumpsuit it immediately. Tonight was the night she’d confront him. She waited until night fell, keeping the binoculars pressed to her eyes until they wore lines into her skin, but she eventually saw him. Military vehicles were always leaving and entering the airport, so no one paid him any attention. She was the only member of the media even aware that he’d drive into the city.“Josh, wake up.”She went to her pudgy cameraman, asleep in the passenger seat of the van, and shook him awake.“Huh, what?” he snorted.“It’s. These women were starting to become independent. They did all hustle their children out of earshot though.They turned up the broad dry valley where ruts showed previous west-bound wagons had gone. Slowly, not to tire the animals, they climbed the slope; stopping a couple of times to camp for the night. At the top the stream that would be a torrent in March made a welcome pool of water and then fell over an edge and disappeared. Years later someone would track its underground passage, but for. "I want to take you slowly, mom. To see you sweating and shaking as you orgasm." That drew a gasp from her. I reached up to the waistline of her panties, pulling them down, exposing my mother's juicy opening. She was lightly furred, the tangle of pubic hair doing nothing to conceal her from my eyes. I stayed still, entranced by her, drinking in her musky scent."Oh, god, baby," she muttered. "I want you to come inside me." But I can't, mom. Don't have any condoms." A failure to prepare. Would.