I thought she had wet herself.She then put both her hands on herself and pulled what I later found out were her lips apart. “Stick your finger in”...she said.I tentatively did that. “Further! Further!” she gasped.That was really slippery. It felt wonderful. I moved my fingers around. She gasped again. I thought I hurt her and started to withdraw.“Don’t stop! Do it harder and faster!” She squealed.As I did she was gasping for air. My thumb touched her at the top of the hole and she grabbed my. As she undressed she was unaware behind the cracked open door was her son, watching as she bend over, pull her pants down, revealing the tanned globes of her ass as she was had on a thong. Micheal watched as his mother reaches behind her back, and unhooks her bra with a snap, then takes it off. Then she slipped the thong over her hips and with a wiggle sent them to the floor. Naked she walked in to her private bathroom. When Michael was fifteen, his school counselor, apparently concerned with. I was shocked to see a crowd gathering around us. This made more worried. These fools surrounding her were sure to attract attraction and soon people would be buzzing in to know the reason and matters would blow out of hand. For the men it was fun and a rare chance to grab a woman. They did not care that she was crying, that her husband was with her, or that they were in a public place. Even as these thoughts flashed in my mind, the number of hands were increasing like a swarm of ants. Some. “Tis done!” I whispered.“Indeed, and far less painfully that I imagined,” she confirmed.“Shall I withdraw?” I whispered.“No, we should try to bear it a little longer so there is no doubt,” she replied.“Are you sure his thing is in her?” Aunt Delilah asked inna stage whisper.“I do believe so,” Mr Peasbody the lawyer opined.“Only he isn’t moving.” she added.“I hear no protestations of love,” Angleby the other lawyer opined.“I thought we’d see some serious banging,” Cook announced.“Like a sack of.