” Brenda said excitedly, “it sounds like some woman’s in trouble, I just knew I heard something!!!” “Shut up, Bren,̶...1; Morgan ordered sternly, “I’m pretty sure that’s my mother talking!!!” “Your mother,” Brenda replied in hoarse whisper, “are you nuts, why would she be in any danger!?!” “I don’t know,” Morgan replied, “but who in the heck else could it be, the only ones in the house are. Her eyes looked into mine and she smiled like the sun. Our mouths met and we began to share everything. she joked. The connection between us flared with the humour. Sara looked a little concerned until she realised what I meant by 'closer.' She gleefully opened her thighs wide and pulled me onto her. I slid my stiffness into her warm embrace once again and we made love as totally connected as it was possible to be. Together, we began to riffle through the memories she had from her. Her tits swayed enticingly in the warm summer air and she didn't care who saw her naked.She had surrendered completely and soon her hips were a blur when she pushed them back and forth on my cock, trying to get it in deeper. She pushed her clit against my lower abdomen to get the friction needed to excite her. But I was clean shaven and her own slick juices and her pubes made her slide over it instead of rubbing it. She didn't get what she wanted and it only made her try harder."Sluts have bare. .. our pubic hair?” she asked as her face turned a little red.I was definitely a bit surprised at the question as she normally didn’t come to be about sex related stuff. It must have shown because I hesitated before responding.“I uh, didn’t want to ask mom because I felt funny about talking to her about this.” she explained.“Well it depends. A lot of guys like a hairy bush.” I replied. “For me, I do like running my fingers through it but I guess if the ask is because someone is going to uh,.