Her name was Grace and at the time of this story would have been approximately 43 years old. She stood barely over five feet, a well-proportioned lady..., with an olive complexion. She wore her curled brunette hair shoulder length with a soft waving bang drifting over the left side of her forehead. Summer months always found her in soft, translucent against the sun, button down the front cotton print dresses. As a youth growing up I had always been attracted to her, she was always pleasant, quiet. What really confused me is how much it had turned me on. I didn't understand that part of myself. I knew men who got off on that sort of thing, and always thought it weird. Sure, I'd had fantasies about sharing Julie with another guy, but they had been vague and ill defined, not a burning desire. I just didn't get it.Julie came in at one point, and sat beside me stroking my shoulder. I didn't respond, so she went away and brought back some breakfast. I couldn't make myself move. She. "She snickered, arching her hips as he pulled his finger away. "Are you just figuring that out now?" No. Now pull your fucking panties back on. We've got a long way to go."A truck suddenly groaned into sight further up the road, and Hayden turned to go back to the car. Diva bent over to pull up her panties and shorts and followed.They sat through a long silence. Hayden was looking down at the bottom of the steering wheel, but watching her thigh from the corner of his eye. "Thing about stains,". Mom hummed with pleasure and fondly ran her hands through his hair. “yeh sab amrut tere liye hai bete, jara chaat ke dekh.” He licked the finger tasting the juice and reached up again. This time he inserted one finger in the wet red tunnel of her vagina. It disappeared up to the knuckle in a flash, her moist loose flesh eagerly clutching at his finger. He inserted two fingers and softly moved them in and out in the cunt. Mom wriggled with anticipation and her cunt tightened around his fingers..