"I bet you haven't made it up to my ninety-five."They shared a laugh, another glass of wine, then together they did the dishes. Maria asked Charlie to...read something from the book. He chose the passage where Don Quixote professes his love privately for Dulcinea even though she is totally unaware of even his existence."Sad, but very romantic," she observed."Yes, his windmills were of many different kinds," mused Charlie... "I know you're tired and that you want to get an early start tomorrow, so. Turning back to mother and daughter, April asked me, “Does my mother turn you on?”I gulped and admitted, “I ... You ... If she looks how you will grow up to look, yes, she is as beautiful as I hope and expect you to be. Am I in trouble?”Nev walked from April to me and said, “Michael, you remind me of my very first boyfriend. I was April’s age, and he was older, by a year. We met at school, his name ... isn’t important, but he looked at me the way I see you two looking at each other.”I looked at. She looked older than me, but she did not look 29. All in all, M. was a very attractive, dare I say, hot woman. We made plans and had a nice time. As I recall on our first official date we did some light hooking up in my car. M. let me go no further than fingering her vagina. I did not mind at all because in doing this I learned that M. did not shave. My fingers encountered soft yet ample pubic hair. So in addition to M.'s intelligence and engaging personality now I had a bush (hopefully. She kissed my lips before dropping down to her knees. She made quick work of undoing and pulling down my pants. For a moment all she did was star at my dick and all I could do was watch her. She looked up at me and smiled licking her lips. The tip of my dick was covered in pre-cum. She started licking my oozing cleft. Massaging the cum into my thick cock. As she took the head into her mouth and glanced up at me. My eyes made contact with hers before rolling into the back of my head. I felt her.