I’ve lived next door to this family all of my life. Me and her son are the best of friends, if he isn’t around my house I was around his house. Hi...s mother is an Indian lady about 5’8 still with a very sexy body for someone who has had two c***dren, long brown hair a very sexy perky ass. Her breasts were to die for. Big and juicy, you could plant your face in them all day long and not get bored.I’d had fantasies of fucking her since I was about 16 the amount of times of masturbated over the. She was not at home now. She did not need to be judging herself by social standards back in Kansas City now.She was in a land and in front of a man who seemed oblivious to her inhibitions she had been raised with at home. Never-the-less, old customs die hard. She would not have sunned topless in Nice, France, and she was not about to parade nude in front of some black giant in the middle of nowhere.Jenny walked down to the river; sat down to take off her boots and socks and waded out into the. I had brought, wrapped up in a smaller towel, a real surprise, just in case I found a use for it. I was hoping that I would. I lay in the sun and took a sip of my soda. Wearing my sun glasses, I got a good look at the tree trimmer. He couldn’t tell, through my mirrored shades, whether I was looking right at him or not. He was a young man, about twenty-something, as far as I could tell. He was wearing a hard hat, so I couldn’t really tell very much about his hair. He had his shirt. She has to know what I'm thinking. Catching myself and politely looking away, I turn and retrieve the nightgown and hand it to her. "Jeune fille innocente, vêtements était juste une excuse." she says and hangs it back on the hook. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts. "Aimez-vous?"I'm completely lost. If she doesn't want to try on the nightgown, what are we doing? I look into her eyes. She smiles to me. I don't know what she said, but I sure hope it was 'squeeze' because.