”“We don’t own a video camera,” she said dryly.“Maybe it’s time I bought one.”“Go take your shower, or we’re going to be late.”“...We have plenty of time,” he said.“Not if we keep talking this way,” she laughed. She picked up the bottle of his favorite scent and dabbed it in the proper places.“Looks like you’re planning a big night.”“Just making it smell nice for the guy who’s going to get his nose in my bush.”She brushed her hair until it shone, painted her lips the way Gene liked, then put on. She had her hands in her waistband, likely about to make a quick pull down of her pants to get on the toilet. I heard the door, and opened my eyes. She was less than a foot away from me, and it was too late. I was already starting to cum, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't even have time to think about stopping my jerking motion. And just like that, I saw not one but 3 jets of my spunk fly directly onto my mother in law. The first one hit her on the chest. The second around. She kept up with this and I was moaning loudly while my orgasm built up.She then started fingering my pussy which resulted in me moaning louder then ever.She knew what she was doing as she fingerd my pussy and licked it at the same time at a slow pace.After a while she picked up the pace and I started moaning evermore loudly.And after 10 minutes of this I started shouting and I came into her mouth.This was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever encountered and my pussy was overflowing with. I arrived in Denver and on my way to the baggage claim area, I had to smile as I saw her standing there in a London Fog raincoat holding a sign that had my name on it like they do in the movies. We hugged and while holding her she pressed close to me and my hands on her back picked up the feeling that she was probably bare under her coat. Pulling back slightly to kiss her, I noticed that she was probably at least topless for I got a nice view of her cleavage and nearly saw one of her full.