I began to rub my toes through her vulva which was wet and slippery.Margie sat forward on her seat and opening her legs a little wider, reached down a...nd pulled her cunt open to allow my toes to enter into her juicy cunt.My toes slid up into her wet cunt quite easily as her cunt was well stretched from all of my fisting of it.Margie put her hands down and gripped the sides of the seat so that she could lift herself up off it and start to rhythmically pump her cunt onto my foot.Margie was slowly. His hands ran over my cheeks and then they slipped up over my hips and then he moved up and was soon feeling my tits from behind. I stood with my legs slightly apart as my breathing got heavier. His hands moved from my tits down the side and back onto my bum.About ten seconds later his left hand stayed on my bum as his right hand came round the front and felt my breast again. I was standing with my hands on the worktops breathing rapidly and feeling incredibly turned on. Minutes later his hand. Places along the trail were literally hands-and-feet crawling.Then it leveled out again, passing through two vertical granite pillars, a natural framing for pictures. I remember how we’d stopped here and stood between them taking portraits of each other, the mountain in the background. It almost made me cry, remembering Tom proudly standing between the pillars so long ago, before that damned MS hit him.On the other side, a new vista opened up. Down in the valley above Crawfish Lake, there’s a. Just you, my beautiful, wonderful Mom!"We both held each other silently for a long time in the dark, both of us feel joy for finally being together as we were meant to be, but there were also many questions that hung there unanswered. Finally, I asked, "So, what about Dad?"Mom snorted and said, "I wish I could just say he could go to hell, but..." She paused, trying to keep her contempt under control. "Your Dad and I are through. Our marriage has been dead for years. But we've stayed together.