Most especially the vision of Helen, walking, swaying up the walk from where she’d parked that marvelous Beemer of hers. That memory still popped in...to his head at the damndest times. When it did it stayed in the back of his mind all day. But even in those few years since that morning in May, so many changes had been made in this quiet Eastern Washington town. For one thing, the motel was now a La Quinta. As comfortable as he remembered the room he was in now was head and shoulders above the. It was then that Charlie threw out the line he hoped would catch her and if she accepted he was sure that 'fucking' would be on the menu. "You are right Burt", he said. "It is getting on but why don't we head to your beach house Greg, have lunch there and maybe have a BBQ for dinner tonight". He then turned to May and asked. "Would you like to join us May, you would be most welcome". Again she nearly fell off the chair for such an invitation; according to her husband would be an impossible. It. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her pussy against his groin. He placed his right hand on her tight butt and pulled her into him. Her butt! Her hot butt! He knew when she modeled the thongs he would have an amazing view of her exposed butt cheeks, save for the thin material that went down her crack and covered her asshole. He felt his cock stiffen as their embrace continued. As he held her, he kissed her forehead.“You are special to me, you know that. Your mom means well, but she doesn’t get. Angie’s moans of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to taste her like she tasted me. I pulled her body over to me and buried my face in her sweet smelling slit. Her clit glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. Time and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juices each time. After what had seemed forever, I could feel my balls clenching, and Angie still working her way up and down without pause. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, she stopped. I ached.