Unlike me she was beautiful. I wasn’t the model type like her. I’m in shape yes, I work out a lot. But I was a bit shorter than her standing at on...ly five feet and with smaller breasts, just getting into a B cup. I had long brown hair that reached the middle of my back. I’m not tanned like her, but I have a great smile and amazing green eyes that make up for it. My favorite part of me is my ass. Because of the sports I did in high school and the fact that I work out I had nice toned legs that. It is a nice day so why not jump in the pool for a cooling swim.I was changed and out the door in a matter of moments and much to my surprise there was my mother lounging by the pool reading her newspaper. "Hi mom," I called out. "Did you see the local section of the paper yet?"My mother put her paper to the side. My mother Mary Anne Brooks is a very attractive woman with light brown hair that hangs to her shoulders, her lips would be called in any man's book very kissable. Her face is kind of. “Well, I’ve heard tell it does,” she replied, “but that generally involves a funeral.”“Damn, that’s dark, especially for you ... but yeah...”Harry slipped into the tub, settling in to a bath at effectively precisely his preferred temperature and water level.Without the water to mask them, he heard Candy’s grunts of pain, and Kelly’s shrieks.“Please go put some music on ... something soothing.”“Yes, Master-husband,” Carol replied.As Modern Jazz Quartet, “Blues on Bach”, began to play, he felt. I see one of her hands drop from the wall and then feel the vibration against my chin as I assume she is furiously rubbing her clit. She also increasingly presses her butt back against my face, trying to find more friction, as she brings herself closer to a climax. OK, I can go with this! I stop sucking, and start tongue fucking her ass, pounding in rhythm and increasing in intensity until I felt her legs buck in the first wave of orgasm and I support her entire weight with my face, lifting her.