" Yeah, sure."My MOM naked, now there was a mind-blower. She was 42, but still trim, with full hips and, from what I could tell, very full breasts. I ...started fantasizing about her next, but with audio as well, since I'd often heard her passionate moans as she made love to Dad. Within a few minutes, I had the all clear to turn around again. In the meantime, Dad had taken the blanket and I was left with nothing. So I stayed in my wet clothes with the rest of my family down to their skivvies but. She grabbed abottle of a product that had a light citrus smell and proceeded to covermy entire body with it. She then used a soft, warm towel to remove theproduct from my body. Before I realized what was happening, she hadapplied a daub of wax on my chest, allowed it to harden with a piece ofpaper on top, and with a quick, but gentle move of her hand, removed thehardened wax, and a portion of my hair with it. Before I had time to thinkabout what was happening, especially since I was busy. I enjoyed my toast, the taste of the bread was excellent. I noticed the jam she used was a reddish-brown. It looked almost grainy.“What kind of jam is that?” I asked.“Guava jam,” she replied “I bought it from a neighbor who makes it.”She handed me a corner of her toast. I tasted it, it was a different taste, but it was very good. “Do you bake your own bread?” I questioned.She giggled, “I have, but not for some time. I bought this at a small bakery called Model Bakery.”The second set of toast. He moved over and began rubbing her hand and working his way up her arm to her shoulder, then repeated the steps with her other arm. Then he moved to her shoulders, rubbing downward until he reached the top of her barely there triangles covering her large mounds. Then he sat back and asked her if she possibly had an extra bottle of water in her cooler her could have, as his mouth had suddenly become dry. She told him to help himself to whatever he wanted, it was the least she could do. He.