.. me... where would you be... ohmigod, you mean... ? You do, don't you, in my... ? Ohmigod!" She was silent for a long time. I thought about changing... the subject, but decided not to. "Oh, Jack, I can hardly imagine it. But... , what a thought!" Well, just a fantasy... " I muttered, trying to take the edge off the conversation."We'd have to try that... alone first... right" Could," I answered. Suddenly I found myself a little sheepish about talking about it further and I couldn't put my finger. I guess she was determined despite her embarrassment.She went over to a display of leather crops. She chose one that was shorterthan the rest. The clerk came over and suggested she take the one shapedlike a hand. "It has more surface area," she explained. "No, this one's the right length." Rachelreplied. She also picked up a fishnet stocking/garter belt combo that I hadindicated was sexy. We paid for our purchases and left. I teased Rachel on the way homeabout her phone call. "You'll pay for. My other important meeting that day was with the owner of a micro-breweryfrom Bendigo. I discovered it the day I dropped Luce and the kids off outthere. I wanted to run something other than the run of the mill beer. Ihad sampled his beer the day I was out there. He was bringing in somesamples for me to test and to have a look at the restaurant to see if itwas something he wanted to be associated with. It had to be a good fit forboth of us.So the day evaporated in meetings and paperwork. At. “Come on!” She scowled. I fished her thong out of the crack of her ass. It was soaked too now. I pressed it to the cheek of her nice round ass with one hand and held her lacey night dress out of the way with the other so I could see better. I started to fuck her. Slow at first; watching it go in and out of Mom’s slippery, pink pussy. “It matches her lips…” I thought. I started to fuck her faster and harder. In just a few minutes Mom lifted one bare foot up and propped it up on the front bumper..