I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician.Today she wore a flimsy white blouse that you... could see her black lacy bra clearly through, a pair of black tights that had thick tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch mini skirt. This was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her buttocks!Her hair was newly permed and peroxided blonde too,. “Well, then what would a fitting punishment for a little slut like you? Maybe I should teach you about the dangers of attracting a man’s attention. Let you see what happens to little whores who walk around the school with their shirts unbuttoned . How about that, Molly?” He jeered. “Please don’t” I whimpered. “Well it’s either that or I call your parents which would you prefer?” He returned. “You can’t call my parents.” I cried. In my head I pictured my dad screaming at me, there was. .I made movements slowly so that we enjoy our fuck to the fullest she was moaning my name & her sounds aroused me & I filled her pussy with pleasure. We fucked hard in few positions.. We didn’t try ass fucking.. We were tired slowly fell asleep by rubbing each other.Morning at 7 we got up still naked but our sex she was very happy & I thanked for showing heaven unexpectedly.Again we started our morning romance for hour & went to bathroom to clean. There again we got aroused by touching our. But nothing ever came of it.And then, we became just friends on FB, after a reunion some 10 plus years ago. Just casual.She lives in Minnesota, and I live in Florida (where we went to high school). Usually I see her, in person, maybe twice a year, when she visits. A group of friends get together and we go out to eat.But on this last visit, we found ourselves eating lunch together alone, when a few people dropped out, and she was going to meet up with some others later that night (I had previous.