There I was, sipping my first cup of coffee and working on a bowl of cereal when Rose-Marie walked in in her birthday suit. To say I was taken aback w...ould be to put it mildly and when, a couple of minutes later, she was followed by her mother in the same condition ... let's just say it's a good thing I was young and reasonably fit.I said Margaret closely resembled her daughter (or vice-versa, of course). Apart from the tan and a few lines, her face being, as I said 'lived in' they could almost. Then straightening up we made eye contact again, and we all had a good laugh. 'This is a page right out of a damn cartoon.' I said ' You just can't make this stuff.' I laughed. 'Uhhhhhh', I hope we aren't interrupting anything.' One of them said as their glances went up and down my semi naked body. 'Ohhhhh... uh uh uh, of course not.' I stammered. 'Please... come in and get yourselves dried off. I have a pot on the fire for some hot coffee, but it isn't quiet ready yet. Please... come get dried. He had walked for more than thirty minutes when he came to a street he thought he recognized. He recognized the name when he saw the street sign on the corner of one of the dark buildings. Now he knew were he was. Another thirty minutes to get home. Ten if he took the bus. He shrugged, a shivering shrug, no, not the bus. He had to walk. As he rounded the corner the cold, damp wind struck his face and he started to feel to chill of his soaked clothes.His mother had finally met a man, Tom.. .deeper....go deeper.mmmmmmm"I moan and as you slide your finger up and down the length of my wet pussy. I grab your arm. "Does my little slut like that?" you growl in my ear.I straddle you with ease and put my hands around your cock, you arch in pleasure into my hand and ever so slowly I move your cock to my pussy. I lift my hips and let your cockhead tease my clit. Your eyes close trying to keep yourself from coming and you moan in pleasure. I slap your face playfully. I want you to open your.