"Would you have even gone out with dad if he'd been dressed like that mother?" She asked my mom.When Ashley finally led dad away to work up a 'Will go...ng to college clothing budget' mom stayed behind. She actually apologized for her inattentiveness even as she lectured me on the horrid state of my clothes.3 - My MotherAshley had inherited her beauty from my mom. Laura Cummings had been an eighteen year coed when she'd met dad, who was a first year law student and four years older than her, at a. She gently parted my legs. Her hands touching my thighs. As my vagina appeared, she made a slight sound, an agreeable sound. She wrote something on her clip board. Her hand touched my pubic mound, “I hope my hands aren’t cold?” she asked. I was unable to answer. Her hand traced the outer edges of my pussy, I could feel the wetness on my legs. She used two fingers to part my outer labia. Bending over me I could feel her breath on my thighs, as she held my labia open, her finger slid inside, her. I was showing it like it just casually happened. When she turned, she saw it for a second and her eyes got fixated on my dick.I thought this is a good moment and told her, “Why you’re sitting in the hall? Come and see my room.”She came with me. After she came I closed the door and locked it. I gave her a tight hug from behind.My dick was touching her ass her and she could feel it, while I was hugging her I intentionally touched her boobs. She didn’t resist. She stood still there.I thought this. "Don't move." I'nt see anyone." Don't... move... They're right... over... there..."His whispering voice cracked with a whimper. He shut his eyes tight and breathed deeply, as though wishing. Maggie lifted her face, looked past him, out the bushes, and saw... nobody. Trees, grass, sky, but no people. Only tall prairie grasses in an endless stretch of field where entire neighbourhoods of houses had stood only seconds before. The fence was gone. The telephone poles with their drooping wires....