I went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of white wine from the fridge. I was going to cheer myself up or drown my sorrows with a bottle or two of ...plonk. I'd barely finished the second glass when the phone rang; it was Elaine, my bookshop friend. Now I did feel happier. "Hi Ann, I got your e-mail thanks. I just thought I'd check to see if it was still OK for me to come stay with you this weekend. I just wanted to make sure that it was alright with your friend Lena. I must say I'm dying to. Then I dropped to my knees on the floor between her legs. I got my hands under her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the bed, lifting her crotch up to my face. And now I was licking at her pussy lips and forcing my tongue inside, tasting for the first time the slightly tart tang of my mother's sex juices.And now Mom gave up all signs of resistance. She gave a great sigh, another mumbled, "Oh, my God!" and lay back on the bed, leaving me free to go ahead and tongue fuck her warm, wet,. "I've always been attracted to pear-shaped girls, and I know you don't speak Spanish but a dark-haired, pear-shaped Latina is definitely my type."Is this really happening? Oh God, I'm getting really wet, but I'm dating Andre! This is wrong! I definitely shouldn't let this happen!"What are you suggesting?" I timidly asked, almost trembling.Ms. Marigold smiled and grabbed my chin. My eyes went wide as our lips met and I held my breath. The longer I held my breath, the more passionately she kissed. Then came Saturday. The L___ station wagon came down the street, honking its horn, and everybody flocked from houses and apartments to see the family off.I walked to the back window and shook hands with David. He didn't look sad; he was on the cusp of a new adventure, and I was so happy for him. We'd see one another again one day, he avowed.Then I walked to the right rear passenger window. Cindy was sitting there, looking at me."Well, we'd have enjoyed that social," I said lamely.She held out.