Jen began moving her ass around like she was waving to me with it. I chuckled to myself, but not silently enough."What are laughing at?" That you're s...o horny." I said it in a nice way, but just to make sure: "I'm not laughing AT you, Jen ... I just appreciate a girl who doesn't play games." I LOVE games!" That's not what I meant, and you know it ... don't you!" Yeah ... I was just giving you a hint. But you know THAT, don't you?"NOW I did.I reached down to Jen's hips and pulled her the rest of. ’ I returned, trying to appear normal. ‘Why don’t we go ahead and leave and beat the lunch crowd?’ I suggested, wanting to put some room between Erin, Laura and the awkward situation. She agreed and we left. We had planned to go to my favorite buffet in North Carolina, an hour and ten minute drive. My wife, I knew, was biting her tongue. The silence was chilling. I was searching for an acceptable excuse, not knowing what the question would be. She surprised me! ‘I would have thought you would. She loved the attention that I paid to her, gently sucking on her nipples, working my way down to her damp pussy and licking her engorged clit as I reached up with both hands and found her breasts. I noticed that she no longer had any hair around her pussy. Making no comment, I worked on her nipples as I tenderly ate her to a nice climax. As we were coming down, she turned and swallowed my excited cock to the root and began sucking and licking me, taking me higher and higher while fondling my. Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”“I was washing the rugs out back.”“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been.