“Yes, I get the point, on both points. Hindi bf I had not heard her, so there I was, with a half erect dick, and not a stitch to hide it. As I was stepping out like the proverbial jaybird, without anything on, I almost knocked mom over. Mom’s breasts were delightfully squishing, and sliding as they rubbed against my chest. There was no resistance to the advance of my lance, as it smoothly slid down the engulfing sheath. I found the magazine on her night stand, and flipped through it, to see if I could detect where she had been studying the guy’s dicks the most. Then she got up, and so did I. Hot momma! Weren’t you that girl running around with nothing on but body paint?”
“No! The thrust was different in sensation, but even more of a definite entry to her tunnel of love.
