I walked back to my Rover and headed down the road.By the time I had returned the kayak and picked up a few groceries, I was beginning to feel some hu...nger pains. I decided it would be fun to try out one of the local establishments that I had noticed along the way.When I drove into the Frog's Lair, the parking lot was full. I took that as a good sign. The restaurant sported a nautical theme, which fit in well with the surrounding marshland. The girl at the door asked if she could help me."I'm. Personally, I don't think real women should ever do housework or othermenial tasks and I wonder if you feel the same way? And I am wondering ifyour boyfriend and my husband aren't very similar?" How do you mean Lisa?" Well to put it politely I require my husband to wear nontraditionalclothing for a man, you know clothing more suitable for doing houseworkand I seem to have detected some of that same sort of clothing on Johnthough he has no idea that I know." I see, no he has no idea. So let me. My brothers and my father had gone off to a hockey tournament inCanada. Perhaps that was part of the problem - because Mother and I andJanie had a whole weekend, instead of just a day, we let our guard down,and got caught up in how much fun we were having, three girls together.Mother decided that because we had lots of time, we could do some fun girlythings that we might otherwise not be able to do. Besides, Mother had someother cravings - she had wanted not just the girl she had been denied,. She unfastened her skirt and it slid down her nylon covered legs . She stepped out of it and stood in front of me with her feet slightly apart. My biggest weakness is seeing her in pantyhose.I walked over and cupped her pussy with my hand. I rubbed it hard and it was obviously wet and the lips parted easily. I kissed her neck and whispered I love you , you fucking slut. She pushed her pubic bone against my hand as if to try to jump me. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled.