As she started rubbing her head to dry her hair mom casually turned around to face me giving me uninterrupted views of her womanly figure. Again sheer... terror washed over me waiting for mom to realize I wasn't dad but yet again she didn't. This respite allowed me to again take more views of mom's sexuality. I was right about mom having a very hairy fanny.Although hidden mostly by mom's tits which were drooping as she leant over I could see that her bush was extremely thick and of course black,. 30 in the Avenue des Champs-Elysees that the Count of Monte Cristo lived, and who, being answered by the porter in the affirmative, entered, closed the gate after him, and began to ascend the steps.The small and angular head of this man, his white hair and thick gray mustaches, caused him to be easily recognized by Baptistin, who had received an exact description of the expected visitor, and who was awaiting him in the hall. Therefore, scarcely had the stranger time to pronounce his name before. I told her I wish if you were in my arms now…I would have squeezed you eaten you raw….she asked me” r u sooo hungry??” I said “more than you can imagine” She said I don’t leave my friends hungry for a long time and she said…ok….OPEN THE DOOR…I said..”WHAT THE HELL!!!” she said…you want to finish your hunger…your food is waiting outside your door so open it….i thought she is lieing for sure…but still I open the door and I was shocked!!!!! She stood right in front of me….like a real. She then raised herself up and pushed me onto my back and threw a leg over me. "Let's see what we can do to return the favor," she said mischievously with a wicked smile on her lips. She moved her ass around on my stomach and placed both her hand on my chest making little swirls with her palms gently touching my skin. She quietly hummed to herself while her fingers traced imaginary figures across my chest and continued to wiggle her bottom on my stomach. She put both hands on my chest and slid.