Her son came though at least once a month and would visit if the load he was moving wasn't in a hurry. Sometimes it was a longer spell before we saw h...im again and sometimes more frequently. I liked him and he did love his mother, but wouldn't give up trucking for her. I would have if I were driving and Millie was my mother. She was so sweet.I hunted around for a job and ended up doing what I knew best. It was in a store similar to what my Uncle Roy owned. Millie didn't work and she didn't have. I haven't heard a thing since I got back. I didn't hear anything at Christmas time, either. Have you stopped doing it altogether?”“Yeah, I remember having to chase you back to bed, when you were a Senior in High School, so we could get some privacy.” You don't still listen at our door, do you?” Then she said, as an aside, not so much for my ears, as expressing her frustration, “Not that there is anything to hear, lately . .”Naturally, since I was hugging her close, I heard that remark, made. Tentatively she spread them open, but there was a fear I could sense."Are you sure you want me to do this, Sarah?" I asked.She delayed her answer a bit, and then nodded."You have to spread your legs, Sarah," Michelle said to her in a firm but quiet voice.As she did, my hand slip lower onto her bush, down to the mattress and then up again. As I passed the opening of her vaginal, I could feel a warmth that was much higher than her basic body temperature. I flattened my hand and extending my. I push the blankets totally off her, spread her legs open slowly. I lie down on my stomach in between her legs, so my face is right over her soaking pussy. She must be having a wet dream. I smirk and lean down massaging her clit gently with my tongue. She starts to stir while she sleeps moaning lightly. “Hey, down there,” she says giggling while she shakes her head gently, “Isn’t it a little early?” “Mm, nope, it’s noon, babe,” I say in response taking a short break from my work. I kiss my.