She spread her knees so wide when she squatted down that her panties would usually allow me a full view of one of her big puffy pussy lips that manage...d to fall out of her panties.I always enjoyed watching her bend over into the hood of the car to check the fluids especially the break fluid, which was way in the back in the middle so that it was almost impossible for her to reach. I had to laugh when her tits rubbed against the hot manifold and burned just a little to let her know that it was. A flood of emotions ran through me - one of the highest was embarrassment. I had intended on raping my mother last night but if not for my premature ejaculation, would have.The scent of her on the pillow and the sight of her personal effects in the room caused me to remember her reaction to my aggressive actions - the sounds of her moans of pleasure, the way she had helped me free my cock from my jeans or how she had lifted one foot off the floor and hooked it behind my leg to expose her sex to. Really? You want to play jokes like this?" You think I'm playing a cruel, sexual prank on you?" Obviously. It's not very funny either, Principal Myers. I thought you were supposed to be mature for your age. Apparently you still have a lot of growing up to do." Does this look like a joke to you?" Ashley said, casually pulling up the front of her dress.Just like that, Principal Myers's pussy was exposed. Her legs were still shut as she remained sitting on a desk, so her labia were pressed. I didn’t wrinkle up as Mom did. Those who hadn’t seen me for a while remarked about my fountain of youth appearance. I returned their compliments. Theirs’s had an element of truth versus blatant deceptions. Seeing their decay still reflected on my ageing. To camouflage menopause, personal upkeep was doubled down. My attire remained selected for attention, but conservatively. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend..