I guess she had been talking to me for a bit.“Wow, you were out of it. What were you thinking so hard about?”I blushed and stammered, “Nothing!�...��She tried to gauge where I was gazing and thankfully thought I was staring a group of guys further up the beach. “Ohhh. I see. Well, enjoy the view!”She ran off, anxious to be back to what she was doing. I noticed there was quite the specimen parked on the sand near Tiff. She was pretty close to the lonely life guard tower - she was probably fine, but I. She then looked directly into my eyes and without saying a word but with a smirk on her face, reached down and pulled up her skirt up revealing my hand in her crotch and said, "Do you like my skimpy little panties that I am wearing?"I just nodded yes as she continued, "Why don't you be a good boy and take your mother's panties off for her? I want you to see and play with my pussy, your mother's pussy. I want to feel your fingers way up inside me sweetie, way up inside my cunt, yes your MOTHER's. Music, books, work, play – the list was endless and immaterial. We talked. We shared experiences, hopes, the small minutiae of our daily lives. I learned the names of his colleagues and cousins, heard about their children, lives and events. I shared the pressures of my daily life,frustrations with my clients, the uncertainties of my job. Somehow it made it easier having someone else to tell. He became my sounding board for new ideas, a sponge absorbing my emotions, helping me back towards a. I told her not to apolosise opened her face mask and gave her a long smooch. It was so intense and long that we had to break apart to breathe. We grinned and continued to her bedroom and she was in my hands. I was licking her face meanwhile. As soon as we entered the bedroom I started some foreplay over her burkha, squeesing her boobs, butt and pressing her navel. She was moaning loud.Then I slowly removed her burkha and to my surprise she was in a saree. I was so happy and I was just kissing.