”“One night there was a thunder storm, she was scared, so was I and she came in to my room, I let her in to my bed. As we lay together the thunder... got worse, we clung to each other, she was soft and I felt comfortable in her arms, very comfortable, we kissed and she caressed me, more and more.”Arabella could see this was difficult so she quickly hugged her, delicately planted a kiss on her forehead then smiled as her sister continued, “We became lovers, I loved to have her in my bed, licking. . her pussy looked like it belonged to a twenty-year-old beach bunny, not a forty-year-old who had a college graduate son! Neat and tucked in tightly the lips didn't sag or anything. The fur was short and well trimmed, forming a small upside down triangle with the point just above her clit. She was stunning!"C'mere baby, it's your turn for a little snatch–oops, snack!" she giggled, holding her pussy open for me. It was an invitation I didn't wait long to answer. I moved up the V formed by her. “He’s handsome. He’s polite. He’s a gentleman. He’s hunky. He’s mysterious. Did I mention he’s gorgeous? What woman wouldn’t have a hot dream about him?”“Lots of women,” said Jennifer. “They’d have nightmares, instead of dreams like mine.”“That’s because they don’t know him like we do. Their loss is our gain. Go on.”That part was hard. So she eased into it.“Remember when you asked me about his shirt, and I told you he saw my breasts?”Her mother nodded.“There was more. Not a lot more, but more. I felt giddy and pleased.He stood slowly and awkwardly and I stole a look down to see the definite bulge in his jeans. My god! That had to hurt ... and to think, that was because of me!My son rushed from the room, and eventually up to his room.A strange sense of loss washed over me.Walking about my overly large immaculate home without a top was very strange those first few hours. Especially since I was alone - Gary having barricaded himself in his room just after supper.My body was in a strange.