Behind her (though I couldn't make out who it was), a well-built black guy had his arms wrapped around her, and his face, though I couldn't clearly se...e it, was nestled up against the side of her neck, and partly obscured by her blonde hair. But, one thing was for certain, it was not my step-dad! And the next question was: Who had taken the picture?!I checked to make sure my mom was still outside. I could see her. So, I swiped the screen to see what other photos I might discover; and I was not. I walked a little behind her; she was free-willed and tended to venture off the path so she led the way. She wore a lot of skirts and dresses back then. Her bare legs impressively pale, despite being an outdoorsy girl she was cursed with never being able to tan. She walked on and on, I watched as her short skirt blew up a little in the slight breeze, showing me just a slither of one of her ass cheeks. Then what I saw actually registered with me, was she really not wearing any pants? God that. As I moved my hand under her breast I lifted it, feeling its sensual soft weight behind a hardening nipple. This time it was her that pressed her mouth harder against mine and she made a slight groan as my thumb stroked the nipple through her clothes. Her tongue pushed inside my mouth, enticing me to penetrate her mouth with my tongue.As my hand searched to get under her blouse I realised we were in full sight of row of houses on the other side of the road, visible from any number of paths and. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan. I grabbed the back of Carol's.