She smiled at him again as he gaped at her hairless vagina.“Now get into that shower, George.”He looked at her pleadingly, but then went in, all t...he while covering up. She followed him and grabbed a handful of the liquid soap from the rack in the shower. George’s mother then got on her knees and asked him to turn around, and she began a deep scrub on his back, his back shivering with excitement. Her eyes glanced down at his rear, which was clenched in. George was such a tense young boy. Maybe. “Oh, honey” she leaned in closer to his ear “some dark deeds should never see the light of day.” She let the sides of her top hang open, dragging one stiff nipple across his face as she straightened up. A step back and her hips began swaying to some unheard music, eyes narrowed. He eyed the stairs, “Aren’t we going upstairs?”“Not for this part. I like the lights.” She chuckled and stuck out her chest, letting red, then green, then red again glow against the gentle curves of her C-cups. “Just. It took me a little while to find her opening but when I entered...I splished inside. Joanna was a moaner, she cried out with every thrust deep into body. The squishy sounds of her juices as I plugged into her. I lifted her heavy legs up and was pleasantly surprised by her flexibility as I pushed them out to the sides. I cupped both my hands under her cottage cheese like ass and went as deep into her as I could. It was so dark I couldn't see her face that well as we fucked. I pounded as hard as. One last apology each, an awkward moment’s silence and they separate to go about their business. As he bends to pick up the dropped gallery guide he watches her stroll away, not striding as before, but slowly, sauntering just a few paces. Hesitation? She stops further down the room looking at a wooden sculpture in a display case. As he returns to his painting he feels her eyes upon him. There is an irresistible urge to look her way. He fights it for a moment but in the power of her gaze he.