I raise up to my knees looking at her again. My hands let her hips go, and I just rub them over her belly, to her boobs and back again. I lightly drag... my finger just across the top of her pants as she looks at me with a sexy look that makes me want to rip her pants off and take her right then and there. But I keep my self control. I want to enjoy this as long as I can. I slide my fingers just under her pants. They’re so tight I can’t get in them very far. But that’s just fine. I’m just trying. He leaned over and gave me a kiss, not on the cheek like he always had but on the mouth. Right there I knew everything between us was different, this time I knew it was a difference for the better. If the actions that just happened were detrimental to our relationship one of us would have stopped and everything would have been cut short, but the plain fact that the actions were not stopped (though purely accidental at first) meant everything as a-okay. But enough with the sob, problematic. I also wanted to see if she pulls her T shirt down and her skirt up and covers her tits and ass but she didn’t cover herself. I started tickling her under soles with my fingers and she started to giggle, then I went slowly up her leg to her thigh and came down then went up again this time a little higher, this process of going higher and higher continued till I reached her ass cheeks and the entrance of her pussy I then pointed my thumb at her pussy and allowed it to enter a little bit she gave. ," I suppose that...SHEis going to the family picnic?" Why? Is there a problem with that?" Uhh...no, I guess not," Betty said. It sounded like she would ratherhave swallowed a live frog rather than have to say that."We're not," mom said very firmly, "going to tolerate any crap aboutthis, from you, or those brats of yours Betty, so you better spread theword or we're going to be talking all about you...out loud. Very loudly.Am I clear about that?"Betty did not have a choice. She had four kids by.