" "Do you really think so?" "Well...considering the boner I have...yes!" I laughed. Mom giggled and stepped over to slip her arms around me. My arms w...ent around her, and we squeezed together affectionately. The moment seemed to call for that. I felt her breasts and the firm points of her nipples press against my chest, at the same time with my rigid boner thrusting up against her stomach. Our bare skin touching like that felt inspiring and wonderful. "Mmm..." she murmured, pressing against me.. His head was too heavy on his shoulders and it was an effort to look up. If it wasn't for Catalina propping him up he would have toppled from his chair. She was not in much better shape, having drunk at least as much as he. But, he surmised, she had a lower centre of gravity and he'd rarely seen her keel over."C'mon," she told him, "sweet dreams for you... drunken bastard!" Wha? Leave me alone," he slurred. But he offered no resistance as she pulled him from his chair and deposited his body on. "Show me your pussy licking skills".I jumped at the chance to get more personal with something I had been admiring from afar. I was going to explore every inch of her. I lowered my mouth breathing softly on her skin, creating a cool breeze on her inner thigh, i could sense her warmth radiating from her delectable mound. She was fire. like a smoldering volcano churning beneath the surface.Her smell was amazing i wanted to drink it in and not stop, I needed to taste her and i couldn't wait any. Like the gypsies who'd set up camp near Karen Cottage one summer; they were a strange band and no mistake. Horse-drawn wagons, barking dogs; the acrid campfire smoke swirling in the air some were circus people who could perform strange tricks. Dick had struck up a friendship with one who had a huge snake called Mamba. Being a dirty foreigner he spoke strangely. There he was now, his swarthy dark face smiling at him as he began opening his basket. "Ahh, it my little flend from se cottage. Where.